_50 years_
30th December, 2051
Dear diary,
It has been 50 years of my life.
50 years, in which I've seen humans turn to lifeless chunks of metal.
50 years in which I've seen absolute no growth in thoughts for humanity.
50 years in which I've seen the rich beg for more and 50 years since the poor still haven't got anything to eat.
50 years in which I've seen every single tree being mercilessly cut down and replaced by lifeless concrete.
50 years in which I knew nature would soon become a thing of the past.
50 years of countless and meaningless promises from who the country thinks as their leader.
50 years in which I've seen love and happiness can be bought.
50 years in which I've seen the lamp of life getting dimmer by the second.
I hope I live long enough to see the world become how it was 50 years ago
30th December, 2051
Dear diary,
It has been 50 years of my life.
50 years, in which I've seen humans turn to lifeless chunks of metal.
50 years in which I've seen absolute no growth in thoughts for humanity.
50 years in which I've seen the rich beg for more and 50 years since the poor still haven't got anything to eat.
50 years in which I've seen every single tree being mercilessly cut down and replaced by lifeless concrete.
50 years in which I knew nature would soon become a thing of the past.
50 years of countless and meaningless promises from who the country thinks as their leader.
50 years in which I've seen love and happiness can be bought.
50 years in which I've seen the lamp of life getting dimmer by the second.
I hope I live long enough to see the world become how it was 50 years ago
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