Won a swimming race against a few million competitors.
Exploded into blinding light, and horrific cold.
Fell down. Got back up. Fell down again. Got up again.
Made friends. Got into fights.
Loved and lost. Love is here.
Nothing is real.
It's all a dream!
C'est la vie!
I left it to our more gifted members. Fifty words sounds hard. In fact it sounds horrible. Trying to squeeze everything in to fifty words is just
awful. Where can I hide all the dead bodies, clean up the blood and look innocent afterwards? Surely people will come looking soon.
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