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the planet i call home...
my steps on this great blue planet i adore filled with life...
i exist therefor i interact therefor i polute,not to damage but because we exist...
i feel bad about it and yet i life...does that mean i should die and help save the planet?...
how weird that the answer lies in destruction as well as the problem...
we all will die...life will still exist diferently,but still here...
how small we are...
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