I fell down a big, spiraling hole it was six by seven feet I was there for seven days with nothing to eat and nothing to drink just a lot of lonesome time to think The dampness surrounded me and my thoughts it was dark except for a couple of spots where light had managed to somehow find its way through I tried to climb back up the hole but the slippery earth knocked me down for what I'm worth I yelled for help, but no one came and I'm the only one to blame I was looking up, asking "Why am I here?" that's when I fell now it's clear being philosophical is not the way I'd rather be up there than here any day Finally someone heard my cry and got some rope and got me out and I got back to my life again which then had a bit more value to me so when I'm feeling down I'll remember when I was further down, trapped in that hole and remember that I'm in control I think instead of asking why and what the purpose of life is I'll just enjoy it and I won't quiz or question anymore and I'll appreciate life like never before
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