2050

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The ground is muddy and brown like the dirt

covered in my bedroom. 

The rain doesn't stop in over a year

and the flowers don't bloom.

The mountains crumble and the sky

darkens.

Animals suffer like us, with no food or

a place to slumber. 

The snow freezes and turns to ice,

making my feet frozen to not walk into

a better land.

The sun never shines, it only burns

causing red flames to spread.

The oceans carry what we throw

away and we kill them.

Trees shrink and lose their leaves.

Diseases pull us to death and

outnumber us. 

The world has decayed and

we are being overthrown. 

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