Trees

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We're all like trees in a way.
Start from a small seed and grow over the years.
Some of us die a little to early,
Either that be from poor living conditions to causes not our fault.
Like people cutting us down.
On the other hand,
Some of us live a little too long.
Watching new generations be born and raised.
Used for our labor to provide oxygen from the second we start sprouting as a sapling.

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