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How lonely is this place, being used and dumped, such a waste. Can't you see the sadness on my face? Life is limited and cannot be replaced.
How regretful could it be, as we used and abused this planet freely. Sad to say, the next generation could not see, how the planet gains its beauty.
I thought this fight is already done, no more plastics, just the planet and the human. Why can't we protect marine life instead of having fun? Why feel regret when wildlife is already gone?
No more shades of blue and green, just the dirt and floating plastics can be seen. Now let me ask you, where have you been? When the planet slowly fades and cannot be seen.
Stop tearing this planet apart, no more cure for the loneliest whale's heart. In the past, we consider this place as an art, but now, there's no button for everything to restart.
We are all a living failure, a user, an abuser of this wonderful nature. Tell me, what is a treasure? When you waste every single thing just to find pleasure.
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I LOOKED AWAY as I saw everything.
Some of them were burning plastics and rubber tires few meters away from the sea border. Some of them were throwing plastic bags after using them around the corner.
I wonder, what future awaits this planet?
The color green, blue, yellow, and red plastics deceived me. I thought its existence help me, but it turned out that those things existed to destroy the planet and humanity.
If only I could turn back time, everything would be different. If only I'd stopped myself from being selfish and immature, there would be a huge chance of having this place as the greatest treasure of all.
They say it's better late than never.
They say, never wait for a leader if you can do it by yourself, person to person.
I heaved a small sigh as I put down my notebook and pen on the sand. I wrote down a poem to find my inner peace. I looked around as I saw how plastics destroyed our planet. Some were floating, and I wonder, how can marine life survive with plastics covering their habitat? Some were flying around the corner, and I wonder again, how can wildlife survive with all these trashes?
There is room for changes.
Change starts within you.
Let's help this planet to find its beauty again. Let's reserve a wonderful future for the next generation in time. The fight isn't over yet. We must stand tall to protect our mission, our nature, and our only treasure.
Let's not wait—when this planet ends.
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