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When the word was made, There was nothing. One thing was made, then another. The had many sisters and brothers. Over time, they grew, Into me and you. We survived off the water, from which we were born, Until the 7 deadly storms. They killed the ones who didn't survive, and left the survivors still alive. Now we are here, me, and you Turning the world back to nothing.
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
Nothing There
When the word was made, There was nothing. One thing was made, then another. The had many sisters and brothers. Over time, they grew, Into me and you. We survived off the water, from which we were born, Until the 7 deadly storms. They killed the ones who didn't survive, and left the survivors still alive. Now we are here, me, and you Turning the world back to nothing.
Pollution is ruining the world's oceans and making species go extinct. We need to lend a hand in protecting the environment.
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
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