The First Move
The world is full of hate.
It's full of people so busy hating everyone, we don't have time to stop and look at this gorgeous planet we call Earth.
There are flowers, trees, the air, and most importantly, the people.
We are capable of so much more.
We choose to look at all the bad and hate what the world is becoming, when we could change it and make it beautiful.
The world is ours.
All we have to do is make the first move.
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