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Dear future people,

I’m sorry of all the damage we’ve caused. I’m sorry that you have to deal with all our problems. I’m sorry that you might never get to see a polar bear as they are extinct. I’m sorry that you may never have a nice holiday at a beach, because we’ve destroyed it. I’m sorry that you might never see wild animals in their home as we cut down the trees

But as some destroyed, others can fix it. From now, I will plant more trees to replace the burned ones. I will recycle and reuse all the plastic that I use. I will also use electric cars when I’m older, and I will encourage others to do the same. I will always think of the planet.

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