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I knew that winter would be my last. The day I died, I coughed up blood, the same blood I wrote with. God showed me a passage from the New Testament. Allow it now, for thus it is fitting for us to fulfill all righteousness. Thus the prodigal son departed. The man who survived his execution, lost everything gambling. I allowed it to happen. Poet's Note. Fyodor Dostoevsky is one of the classic writers of literature.

I was only 18 when they condemned me to death, accused of burning symbols of the oppressors. My only crime was that I wanted freedom. To live as I wanted. They will executed me, like so many others. So many people's blood was shed on their clothes. How could I have remained silent? A poet's note. Melika Azizi was comdemned to death in Iran.

No one knows when I died. No one knows where my bones rest. I was just one of so many who died, the day I died. I never even turned sixteen, nor did I ever grow up, nor did I ever get married. I am forever fifteen. Without my diary, no one would know I existed, nor would the many who died with me. Poet's Note. Anne Frank died in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp and became famous for her diary, which has survived.

Sadness lasts forever. I know that. I couldn't stand it, and neither could my soul. I couldn't wait. I felt peace as I walked through the meadows for the last time. The pain had always returned. I didn't want to wait. I knew I would be great someday, and I knew I wouldn't see it. It was time to say a long goodbye. I couldn't wait. Please forgive me, Theo. A poet's note. Vincent Van Gogh is a world-famous artist who only sold one painting in his lifetime. His brother Theo was his most important supporter.

I died twice. Both times on airplanes. The last one was the final one. Yeah. I guess no one really knew me, did I? Some might wonder what happened to me. How did a star-chasing playboy  turn into a hermit  who was afraid of everything. I don't know either. It just happened. I had to. A Poet's Note. Howard Hughes was an eccentric billionaire who completely isolated himself from the world for the rest of his life.

You will never know if there was a great love in my life or why I didn't let the doctor see me until it was too late. I decided my own fate. I will remain an enigma to you forever, that's how I want to remain. Alone with my stories. In them you will see me. Poet's Note. Emily Brontë died at only 30 years old, but managed to write Wuthering Heights.

I knew, of course, that I had been followed for a long time, threatened, but it was nothing new. Old Russia was waiting for me in the shadows of the staircase on Putin's birthday. There was nothing to fear in my last steps, I could not fear, because fear rules and someone must tell the truth, even to those who did not want to hear it. A shot, two, I heard no more, darkness descended on Moscow and on me. A poet's note. Anna Politkovskaya was a Russian journalist and Putin critic.

No. I wasn't crazy, I was just talking nonsense,  it was just a good story. No. And Salieri didn't hate me, nor poison me, it was just a good story. No. I wasn't thrown into a pauper's grave, it was just a good story, just a common grave. I don't know if I was a genius, it's just that composing came easy to me,  it is a good story. A note from a poet. W.A.Mozart is still the greatest composer in the world.

The show should never be left unfinished, and I didn't, I collapsed. How ironic, that a man who defied death should die from the fist of a student boy. Well.  Maybe my body had already taken too many blows, and the last one was the last. Poet´s note. Harry Houdini was a magician and a king of chains

What stories are told about me. I bet none of them are true. And if they were, I made them up myself. They are so afraid of women who take their fate into their own hands. My fate was to die in front of a firing squad. I was a lousy spy, if at all. Sometimes luck runs out and I was done. To the End. Elegant of course, but I was sad that no one even said goodbye, I danced my death alone. Poet's note. Mata Hari, real name Margaretha Geertruida Zelle, was a Dutch dancer.

I was born poor, I died poor. I was a hero, then a murderer. Did you do it, O.J.? Did you kill your wife and that man? Those were the questions I heard. Nothing else in my life was interesting. If I did it, I probably wouldn't tell you about it. I was never convicted of murder. It was a circus. When I died, my children came to see me, even those whose mother died. Whether I went to heaven or hell, I won't tell. A Poet's Note. O.J. Simpson was a sports and movie star who was accused of murdering his wife.

I hated being old. My death freed me from that pain. From a frail body, from my heart  that still wanted but could not have. But my body betrayed me, which was hollow. Love betrayed me, life was no longer fun. No pleasures of the flesh, no adventures. I ended up in a barren castle with boring people. What a waste. Oh Venice, I am coming. Poet's note. Giacomo Casanova is still the world's most famous ladies' man and writer.

My whole life was a struggle from beginning to end. Nudity wasn't a problem for me, life was. I did have my children, but my whole life collapsed when my son died after coming to see his newborn little sister. I died then too, although I was still alive. Now I rest in my pink coffin next to my son. There is no mockery from people here, no chaos, no fighting, no sadness only peace. Like Marilyn. Poet's note. Anna Nicole Smith was a Playboy girl and an actress.

I couldn't stand being abandoned. It was all too much for me. I wanted to keep them with me, so they wouldn't go away. But they wanted to go. They will stay with me forever. I deserved my fate, indeed I sought it, my blood was deserved. Poet's Note. Jeffrey Dahmer is still one of the most famous serial killers.

I was a falling man No one could have guessed what would happen that day. It was a very ordinary day. People still wonder who I was. I don't think it will ever be solved. Does it matter anymore? It all stems from that photo of me falling from the tower. I knew I was dying, no one could survive that. It brought a strange peace. Poet's note. The Falling Man is an iconic picture of a man falling from the WTC tower, whose identity has not been fully confirmed.

I was a Danish princess, but I became Russian, my dying crown prince asked me as his last wish to marry his brother, and I fell in love with him too. I fell in love with Russia, but I had to flee, like many others. But I returned, to my husband's side to Russia of my own free will after decades. There's no need to wait for Nicky to return, we're together, the whole family. Poet's note. Maria Feodorovna was the mother of Nicholas II and the Dowager Empress.

My husband  gave up his crown and his life for me, but still I did not love him, not as he loved me. I wanted to leave. But when he died, I missed him, I sought him when the light of my reason  was already going out. I was never called Her Royal Highness, but they let me  at least be buried next to my husband, who loved me so faithfully. Poet's note. For Wallis Simpson, King Edward abdicated his crown, which was a huge scandal in its time.

I never drank milk, but even more so whiskey. Who would have thought that I would die quietly in my sleep, after playing my favorite game, for the last time, just a couple of days after my death sentence, after finishing the tour. Not bad. Poet's Note. Lemmy Kilmister is one of the biggest icons in the rock world.

I had the right to die. I wasn't a child. My father and the judges couldn't stop me. I knew what I wanted. The pain of freedom. My life was pain. I just wanted to get away. I tried to leave myself, but the pain only increased. A person has the right to die. No one can stop that. A poet's note. Noelia Ramas resorted to euthanasia because of her mental and physical pain.

It suddenly came to me. I didn't have time to do anything. I became an icon. Poet's Note. James Dean is one of the first icons of popular culture.