Destroy

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When I was young, I didn't think it would be like this.
I used to roll in the grass.
Play in the dirt with the worms.
Circle with the wind.
But I'm older now.
Now, I am living through the end.
I am one of the last ones.
Humans aren't meant to destroy.
We are meant to love and make art.
We were meant to destroy ourselves.
We are an unbreakable cycle.
We love money more than earth.
Power more than kindness.
And economy more than empathy.
More greed than love.
We are doomed to destroy ourselves.

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