The Forgotten Piano

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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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