smog

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I am only overwhelmed with pure joy; It is when I take in that sweet fresh air. The smell of rain lingers as a decoy, It's a distraction to the lack of care.
What if the world ran on energy That was sent from the sun people could do so many activites that you could not count the fun    renewable energy doesnt go away there's so much to use
Hugged fingers for safety protect me
Look around, what do you see? Is it blurry or is it just me? I rub my eyes to make the fog go away. But I end up smearing my make-up for the day. It is not hard to see the cause of this,
You don't know it yet but you are an infection. A stain stung so deep into this earth's rich soil,
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
All that I reported was a little bit distorted, We had known about the plants and we had seen how they consorted, But unlike many other plans theirs was not aborted,
Forced to think about resources What really matters today Many obstacles man created Life never got in his way.
This world is ours ours to love but yet we have cars that is not love with smog all around and trees burning down yet no ones makes a sound no one even has a frown the world is dying
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