Another Myth

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Everything always dates back to something.

Even I date back to something.

I used to live in the 1900's.

But not in America.

I was born in Italy.

I forgot when I was born though so I don't know my age.

The only thing I know is that I died when I was 18.

My memory isn't that good.

But, the most interesting part is that I was murdered.

I'm really annoyed by that fact but I try not to think about it.

"Try".

Yeah, I think about it all the time.

As a human, I was pretty talented and I still am.

I was born to a rich family.

I kind of had terrible parents.

They never looked after me and I lived my entire life not knowing how they look like.

Which is great.

I never wanted to know.

Servants took care of me.

I grew up pretty well.

And adults and kids hated me because of the money my parents had.

It was really annoying.

I played many instruments and my favorite one was piano.

Many high classed people said I was talented but I never thought so myself because I hated the fact that other kids gave me such harsh looks.

Aish...it wasn't my fault if they liked it.

What am I supposed to do?

Not sound good and look like an idiot.

Screw that.

Other than being murder, my life was pretty good.