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The Planets Gruesome Life


Thriving off their comrades dead corpses, which are slowly turning into organic matter, in which gives them strength. Little fingers fighting and fighting. For the last drop of nutrients that they can get,beating of the weak while they get strong ..slowing reaching the top while kicking dirt over the fallen Dominant Surviving Powerful Then SNAP LIFE SOURCE IS CUT OFF DEHYDRATED STARTING TO WILT DIE... I understand that this poem is not very clear on the message but I really was talking about planets. But I was also trying to show how human nature is like this as well. We kick a man while he's down and step on his head to get to the top , then were cut down by someone else doing the exact same thing that we had do to the man before. i hope you enjoy
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I want to become a marine biologist but before I wanted to do Marine biology I wanted to write poems and stories. All my poems might not be that great but they come from the heart

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