When water is your air, that you once could, but can hardly bear. Once full of colour, now find themselves colour blind. Guests dirtying what used to be your home, our "paradise". The hunger of corporations don't care about your future aspirations, or you, or your life, and health of your future generations. Clearly, what's become polluted now. It's probably too late, where our hope is only just a dream. Bones on the ocean floor, a reflection of what's knocking Earth's door, along with our wealth, and skyscrapers, all that luxury, which is worth what? It costed us everything.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
