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My Earth




JUST A LITTLE WHILE LONGER.

My World, my Earth, my Home.

Earth, how wounded you have become. 

You've been bruised, burned, destroyed, maltreated, misunderstood.

People, culture, race, colour, government, religion.

You accommodate us all.

You know you're dying, we're killing you.

Are you now retaliation for all the ways we've wronged you, are you saying this is the end for us, for you?

Is it time?

Are you telling us goodbye?

There was a time I would have begged you to live a bit longer but I want peace, joy, hope...love.

I'm not sad to let you go Earth.

Your time is almost up, our time is almost up.

How I know?

Just check the internet.

Everything with a beginning has an end.

You've lived a long time.

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So what do you guys think?🤗❤️

I wrote this some weeks ago, because I was unhappy with what was happening all around us. A lot has happened this year, we pray that we'll only be better for it when we come out the other side.

Comment your thoughts below and please remember to include your name. See you guys next time!❤️

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