The World We've Made

The World We've Made

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So this story is based off of a story I made up while trying to make myself fall asleep on 7/27/21 around 5 am ^w^ Dystopial is where life started. We were all born here and too many people died here. The planet had a dark gloomy feel and was slowly slipping into chaos. Because of this, one day the government took the richest of the rich and 1 family from every race and went to a new planet called Utopial. The planet had a warm feeling and unlimited resources. All while the rich people were living their best lives, back on Dystopial chaos remained. More death, destruction, anarchy, poverty, and disease spread throughout the world. Soon there we're only 100,000 people left from the 8 billion there once were. The question is will the government ever come back? Will the 2nd world turn out just like the 1st? It's our world and what we've made it.
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