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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 I exist...

I feel bad about it and yet I live...

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...

How insignificant we are in the grater scheme of things...

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