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Seven Days

A man sat and contemplated his life

It was one not worth enduring, he thought

And the months stacked upon each other

His feeble existence weighed heavy on his mind

And one day, he stood and set out

On his first day, he composed a symphony

So glorious was his creation

That it brought a tear to all who heard it

On his second day, he set aside his fear of rejection

And he bedded a woman, fair and beautiful

So rich was his experience

That it was enough to satisfy him for life

On his third day, he tracked down his favorite minstrels

And he listened to them play their songs

So moving was the music

That it lifted his spirit forever

On his fourth day, he lost himself in a vast forest

And he mediated in the sounds of the wilderness

So peaceful were the vibrations

That his mind suddenly calmed

On his fifth day, he met with a scholar

And he learned the secrets of the world

So great was the knowledge he found

That he saw the universe in renewed wonder

On his sixth day, he met an immaculate woman

And he stole her heart from her that day

So blissful was the feeling in his chest

That he felt euphoria like never before

On his seventh day, he hosted a party

And he invited every close friend he ever knew

So joyful was the mood

That he was as content as could be

And he declared to himself and all around

“This was a life worth living”

And he slashed his throat on the spot

For he thought only of himself

And the life he was leading

Excluded those he once loved

Because life had beat him down

Until he decided that he wanted

More than anything...

To beat life back

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