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Your Choice

Take my arm
And guide me to where I belong.

I don’t belong here;
No one does.

This world isn’t fit to live in.
No one realizes,
That we could all be dead tomorrow.

Every second is passing us by
Like the dust particles that
Float through the air.

Small, and invisible,
But passing us by quickly.

We must leave,
Or make a stand.

Our environment and world
Is in trouble.

What will your choice be?



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