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Once in a deep dark mansion a man sat. Thinking. That man was a manly man. He worked hard at being a mans man. He drank far too much like the other men in town. He wrestled just like every other man in town. He hunted just like every other man in town, and he could shoot better then all of them. There was something else this man did though that the others couldn't. This man could write poetry. Now I know what you're thinking.

"How could a mans man write poetry? That's girly!"

Well, to be honest this man didn't care what the other men thought as he kept this part of him a secret. One night after comming home from a hard days work, the man walked into the door of his home to find he had been robbed. Someone had broken into his safe, his secret safe, and stolen his heart. But that wasn't the only thing they had taken. That man was robbed of his happiness.

Well that man did what any man would do, he cleaned up, filed a police report, and went on about his day. 6 months passed, and the man never found his happiness. He found his heart though, it was broken into and all the secrets removed, but he found it on the way to work one morning. He picked it up and duct taped it together, but it wasn't the same. On the same day he found his heart broken that man went home at noon. He did all the things the other men did.

He drank far too much, just like the other men did. He wrestled like they did only he wrestled within himself. He hunted just like the other men did, and he was good at it. He sat down and wrote a poem. Then he did something else he was good at. That man who could shoot better then the rest of the men in town, put his rifle in his mouth and did just that. Shoot. When his friends came to look for him, when he didn't show up for work the next day, they found him and his poem he wrote the night before. This is his poem.





A man is but a man.

He does all he can.

But theives come to his home by night.

And by the time he gets there, they've taken flight.

But one thing that a man just cannot take.

Is when they take his heart and break.

It all down to it's very core.

And his happiness from him is torn.

So here this man who's a man for all.

A man who's known and loved by all.

Can live no more and has nothing left.

He writes his poem before his death.

Do not take what isn't yourn.

And if you have, Who's life have you burned?







There's a lesson in this story, which I never claimed to be true. Do not distroy anothers life to better yours. If you were meant to have it, you would already. Don't steal the happiness and heart of someone just to dismantel it before you discard it like rubbish. Those things are human, think of your actions before you do them, how might the actions effect others? If you make a promise, Keep it. If you say you'll do something, do it. Simple as that. Don't kill someones happiness because you can't decide what you want. Life is not eternal, it's not. And if this is all we have left, then every second of it is precious. Don't take life. Help it.