Hello.
My name is Deemo.
I am a musician.
I live underground with only a piano to accompany me.
You're probably wondering why I am living underground.
I used to be a handsome man who made a living as a composer, but as life went on, the need and love for my music dwindled. And so did my love for myself.
I began questioning my self-worth.
'What am I doing?'
'Why isn't my music no longer loved?'
Slowly I became someone else.... Something else.
I became a creature covered in black with only a suit to cover and remind me of a life I once held.
A shell of my former self I suppose.
I refused to speak and only drowned my loneliness in my music.
Who would I talk to anyways?
I would always be alone with no one to love me and no one to care for.
After a while, not speaking became habit, and habit became instinct.
I thought I would always be alone...
Until she came.
And fell through my sky.
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Deemo: Story of The Lost Piano
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