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Mar 2015
Field of dreams, stories untold, memories to come to be cherished.
Pipelines clogged with muck and grease, waste everywhere, its spilling in the streets. lie's and deception, are we truly free? Garbage city, dumping waste on country's that are not our own, it's not a fictional story or movie anymore. But we are so got up in the good life, should we get this or that, then we get bored of it and throw it away. But have you thought about where it goes, or how those things get made? Its the one of the reasons why third world country's are poor and in pain.  We take for granted everything that comes our way, greed is a dangerous thing. It makes it more about you than anybody else, the person you want to help is yourself. But don't worry we still got time, we have to change quick or our entire world will die.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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