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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, an orphan boy, Billy the Kid, had met men face to face, but never seen my killer. A coward from the dark. I do not know who shot me, though my killing was boasted of and I was put on display. Billy the Kid, no one remembers my real name, hardly even myself. Even in my grave may lie the wrong man, but what joy, that even the tombstone of a thief like me was stolen. Now the tombstone is behind bars, as a thief should be. Poet's note. Billy the Kid, real name Henry McCarty, was one of the most famous gunfighters of the Wild West.

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 was called a Blood Countess, who bathed in the blood of young women, killed after kill until she was bricked up in her room. I say: The truth is always determined by the victor, who gets to tell his story. I had plenty of time to prepare for my own death. With my cold hands, I had to pray. Erzsébet (Elisabeth) Báthory was alleged to have murdered hundreds of young women.

I always knew I could be killed, but when it happened, it surprised me. Whether I was shot by a lone madman or by a conspiracy. I will never know. I didn't even get to see the face of my shooter. I had faced tough opponents myself, but I was shot in the back. Cowards. A poet's note. Olof Palme was a long-serving Prime Minister of Sweden