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green everywhere I look
fresh air fills my lungs
the sun beats on my light skin
I smell the colorful flowers.

I'm alive.

she has given us life
but we destroy her
instead of replenishing her
we kill her
instead of letting her live on.

we need to fix this epidemic
if we don't want to be forgotten.

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