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My home isn’t what it used to be.
Lush green vegetation has become the dumping ground for their trash. They don’t want it, so they shove it all here.
When I look outside now, the image doesn’t match my memories.
I miss the land I grew up in. I miss the land that brought my parents here in the first place. The beauty that it held.
People really do destroy everything that’s good and pure.