Dear Happy Self (The Unmetaphormosis) (Remove filter)
Dear Happy Self (The Unmetaphormosis)
The truths and facts are clear:
it’s HUMANS who've destroyed the Earth, my dear.
Dear o dear,
there goes my deer—
Humanity’s incompetence, so severe.
I’m no seer,
but the truths and facts are clear.
Can you handle what we've done?
’Cause we’re part of Earth,
Humanity.
And this is what we’ve done.
Hope is there, in undenying what’s real.
I’ve lived with the scientists and saw them...
Thursday 24th July 2025 11:07 am
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