CRISIS
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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