Trash


What is this world coming to? There is trash on the side of our roads.
Trash inhabiting our waters and polluting it. There is also trash in our minds
corrupting ourselves and future generations. How can we overcome this before
we die out, and destroy ourselves and the only planet we have?

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I wrote this while driving with my aunt on the highway. I got mad and depressed seeing the trash and took out my anger and sadness out in the writing.