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I was fine at first

They loved me like their child

They cared for me like their God

They cherished me as a gift

 

They hurt me

I have holes, I cry

I cannot control myself

I destroyed everything

They did this

 

I have nothing

I see my last days coming

Soon I will be dead

Society has killed me

My name is Earth

And you did this.

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