She doesn't know how long it can go on.
She had a though, a nasty barb that is constantly sitting in her brain twisting it's way deeper everytime she mulls over it.
It is this: the impact made on her beautiful planet by her.
Her lifetime, and all the lifetimes she might create.
It is enormous. Massive. Huge. Unimaginably colossal.
Is the best way to help our Earth just to cease to exist?
To cancel the impact that would inevitably come?
She hopes not.
But it probably is.
And she must live with this disgusting thorn in her side the rest of her life.
The question now? How long that will be.
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Historia CortaShe's literally lying in the bed of luxury. She wishes she was anywhere but. She wants to change the world. But has to accept she never will.
