Life

In a place where the earth is round and where the ground is rich of soil, there is life
life is the hacker of blood pumping or the oxygen of the air you breath. There is no life
If you're the one that's creating it. It may seem as if life's a place where all you do is live,
but if you don't do your best or work your hardest, you're not living it.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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