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My worst life, was a long time ago, when there were really big cities, full of carts with carrots and pies.
I was born in this very big city, but only me, my mom and uncle lived there, my grandma probably said 'no boy' or something, I just remember she despised me, my mom fed me anyways. She gave me full clothes, backpack and even a wolf hat. There were no names at the time, so I wasn't named anything.
I started helping with farming, bringing water with a basket of water sacs, from nearby ponds, I even asked about the seed row for my mother, who did not talk too much, but she certainly cared for me.
Not long after I started gathering carrots and leaving some at the seeding rows, my grandma looked at me and started to call me names, my uncle did the same, calling me brat and other offensive names. After a while of just ignoring them, I angrily cursed back at them. A mistake, because my grandmother immediately took a knife from her backpack and just ran, ran towards me like a mad women. I took a basket of carrots and somehow maneuvered her attempts at killing me, then I followed a road, hoping to find another village.
I might have gone the wrong way, because I spent the rest of my life stopping to get some berries, and walking somewhere I would never reach.
I died alone at age sixty, and it was horrible.
Because I did not make any difference, because no one would care about my existence.

It was worse than being murdered by griefer's you know, not a fulfilling life.