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Dear Tomorrow,

I’m ashamed to think of how we are currently treating the world and what hardships you and everyone will face as a result. It is May 2, 2016; I am writing in my last class ever as a senior in college, about to enter a world which is still denying that climate change exists. I hope that our world will realize it’s fatal flaws and change before it is too late. I’m trying to do everything in my power to reduce my footprint and help change the world for the better. Only time will tell whether everyone will do the same.

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