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Life,
I lived you for not many years. I am about to die now at the age of 25. I did not have much variety in my life. I had children, I brewed beer, and I went to church. Not very interesting. I ate bread and soup and drank an unbelievable amount of beer. Now that I am about to die, I wish I had stopped drinking beer so I could go to heaven. Give love to my children and husband.

Children. Husband. Beer. Bread. Church. Depressing.

Family. Love. God. School. Sports. Life.

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Middle Ages Woman: "Every day is basically the same. I wake up, eat bread, work in the brewery, eat more bread, and then go to sleep on a bed of hay that I share with my family. At the old age of 25, I have hardly left my house and the only excitement I have is in the church on Sundays. Many of my friends have died in the brewery and every day feels more lonely than the last. Everyone I know is always drunk and I feel like I have no reason to live."

"Everything was a blur of dread."

Me: School, family, friends, health, travel, fun

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As I am laying on my death bed of straw looking at my life of a long 22 years I think it was pretty awful and I hope wherever I go is better.  I learned how to brew beer and drink a lot of it. I gave birth to my first child at age 13. I had 14 children in the span of my life, only 4 lived. Many of my children died drinking water, working in the fields. I live a life of quiet desperation. I hate being drunk but there is no other way of life.
Middle Ages:
I haven't really lived but whatever
Me:
I wanted to marry rich whatever

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When I was nine years old, my mother died giving birth to my younger brother, and as the oldest girl, I have had to take on her duties ever since (my brother died shortly thereafter). My life has remained a constant, never changing. Living in my father’s household I had to take care of screaming children every day, and my married life is no different. Herding them all into the cramped church and keeping their mouths shut is a challenge. I got married to my husband when I was fourteen, and bore my first child the next year. Nearly every year since then I have given birth; I have been pregnant 13 times, but 9 of those children have died. My surviving girls help me around the house and the boys help their father in the field. My life had been hard and short.

Beer and church is quite boring.

doctor who was first, then anime

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My life was a never ending pattern of doing the same thing over and over. I never traveled or got a day off from work.  My life feels like a waste and the only positive thing that I have in my life, religion, probably will not work out for me because I was only able to drink beer. But, I feel like I have already lived in hell, so I hope when I die I get to go to Heaven. All I do is brew beer, go to sleep, wake up, and do it all over again. I have had 7 children and only 2 lived and are, as of right now, healthy. Hopefully their life is a lot better than mine will be.

Work, sleep, work, eat, work, work.

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Now I have come to be the old age of 26. I have had an unexciting life up to this point and it is all down hill from here. I have been brewing beer ever since I got married. With out my husband I would have never gone anywhere with my life. He gave my life a purpose. He escorts me to church every Sunday which is the only thing that allows me to get out of the house all week. I have been pregnant for about half of my life, but my kids have kept me busy. Less than half of the children have died so far so I have been very lucky so far.

6 words: I live to serve my ungrateful husband.

6 words: I am a loving daughter and sister.

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1. Dear Life,
My name is Eleanor and I am a peasant, big surprise. I'm 15 and my life sucks. I got married last year to a, older farmer and I already have two kids. I got a big surprise my first time being pregnant because I had twin boys. My husband was so happy because both babies were healthy, and they both are still alive. I learned how to brew beer from my mother last year. Two of my older brother went to the Crusades and never came back, but they were jerks so I don't miss them, much. SO, life your wondering why a fifteen your old girl is writing her death letter to you,  I'm supposed to have at least five more years on earth. It's obviously because I am dying, I just had my third child, another boy thank God, and I got sick. So, life, I am going to die of childbirth at age 15 and I only had three kids. So I was successful and failed as a wife, I produced three boys but then again I only had three kids.
Goodbye forever,
Eleanor

2. Farming and brewing, life of children.

3. School, tennis, sea, I need more

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25 miles is in my sight. I want something new, but am stuck. I've spent my life doing what is expected: wake up, work, go to bed. It's a constant cycle that I can't break. My heart itches for adventure. I might only be a peasant, but I have dreams too. I want to be a knight, praised for their glory. I want the respect of the town and see the look of wonder from the children as they pass me down the road. These children tell me, "I want to be a knight someday." I'll kneel by their side and say, "You can be anything you put your mind to."
But reality sets in... my dreams vanish into the air as the sun raises from the fields.
"Another day, I'm stuck in time."
"I want to be on stage."

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I brewed a ton of beer all the time. That was fine though I never fell into the vat which was nice. I don't know if I could have done anything better or if there is anything better. I'm 21 and the darn water advocates got me to try some of their "clean" water. I should have stuck with my beer even though it had some eleanor in it. Life hasn't been so bad I could have been peggy she fell into the vat while brewing beer with me.
6 word: I brewed a ton of beer.
6 word: I learned things I don't need.

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Looking back on my life, I realize a lot of the memories are blurred. I think of my children, the nine who died and the three who are still clinging to life. I remember the pain of bringing them into the world, the happiness when they lived, the sorrow when they died. The only emotions I really remember are crippling agony and the monotonous slur that comes from routine. A set schedule every day, on and on, misted in a drunken haze. I think of my strong working husband, always in the fields. I think of my children, who will hopefully live long after I'm gone. Maybe hell wouldn't be much worse than life. I feel like I've been cheek to cheek with the devil this whole devastating life of mine.

6 word bios:
Work. Drink. Childbirth. Death. Sickness. Repeat.

Blessings: Family, friends. Love abounding, peace.

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Life was full of darkness and labor. No, it was not dark in the sky, but it was dark in our minds. All we would is work in the field, slowly die of heat exhaustion, and knock back a few beers. One could say, being drunk all the time is not very safe, but there is no other option. Water killed people left and right like the plague. Some darkness came from the fact that most of my brothers and sisters did not survive out of toddler years. Other darkness came from the fact that no one will do anything other than farm and brew beer drunk.

6 Word biography: I live to work and die.
Hushed by the darkness of hallucination.

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Looking back at my life all I have is regret. I know that I am on my deathbed and I hope I will end up in a better place. During my life I never saw anything new. My life was the same day over and over again. All I did was brew beer and watch children. Most of my life I was in pain and tired from my work. I have not lived as long as other people because of my painful lifestyle. The only thing that kept me going was going to church on Sundays. Now that my life is almost over I know that wherever I go I will be in a better place than I am in now.

6 Word Bio: Work, Beer, Children, Tired, Depressing.

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I am a peasant woman in the middle ages, and I can say that my life is fairly boring. I wake up and do the same things everyday. I wake up, eat bread and soup, and I brew and drink lots and lots of beer. Beer is basically my entire life, I am always drunk. I am getting older, I am 18 years old, and I feel like I haven't lived my life! I haven't gone further than 25 miles! I look forward to religious practices, but at the same time I am sinning by drinking as much as I do, but if I stopped I would die.

Beer. Depression. Drunk. Babies. Thirsty. Dying.

Thankful. Family. Friends. Love. Health. School.

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Now that I have a family and my children are working in the fields, I wonder about my repetitive lifestyle. Every day since I got married I have woken up and brewed the beer that sustains our family. Several times I have nearly fallen into the vat, and now that I think about it, I wonder what my life would've been like if I hadn't gotten married. I hear of kings and rich nobles who can travel fifty miles or farther from their manors.My family and I have been deprived of luxuries like travel and substantial food our whole lives. I am not happy with how I spent my life. I am alive, and I have a loving family. But our society is monotonous, boring, and lacking things that I'm sure one day will be accessible to all.

I do the same thing everyday.

My family and friends support me.

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Now coming around at age 31, and looking back on my life-I feel as if everyday was the same. The most exciting days of my life was the day my new children would come into the world. Especially the day when I became a father for the first time. That was so exciting. Other than that everyday I would ache and ache from the countless hours of work spent in the field. The only thing that kept me going were the off days on Sundays, which would give my body a chance to rest and take a break. As I am looking at death, I am not happy to leave all my children, but at the same time I am feeling such relief that the constant work has come to an end. Before I die I will spend one last day for my family using all the energy I have left in me out in the fields. I will rejoice since it will be my last torturous day.

6 word biography: Everyday is the same dreadful day .

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My life was very brutal, all I looked forward to was religion. From day to day I drank and got drunk. I was out of my mind and hungover every second of every day. I could not think when I was brewing and I could not think when I was pregnant. I prayed to God to deliver my people from this brutal time. I woke up early every day with a dizzy head and the throw ups. As I put on my brewing clothes, I would drink two cans of bear with my breakfast of bread. I wanted to drink something other than beer, but there were no other options because our water was bad and our milk was invested with animal germs. After brewing and brewing with a pregnant belly, you get very exhausted. And even more exhausted after childbirth. Looking back at it now, i am in such a better place.

depression
thirst
hungover
pregnant
brewing
dark

religion
family
laughs
school
swim
love

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My life, has been entirely pointless. Every week of my life has repeated itself over and over again it the exact same way. Monday through Saturday I farmed all day, forgetting about my depressions behind the haze of beer. On Sundays, I would go to church hear an educated person talk to me about a God I fear and cannot understand. I'm 27, and I'm dying. And this memoir is so short and boring. There is nothing exciting, nothing to look forward to. I have 12 kids, but they will forget about me. I will never meet my grandkids. My kids will live the same bland life I have, and it will repeat over and over again. I'm happy I am dying, hopefully heaven will be better. But the Pope says I will not go to heaven since I've drank excessively throughout my life. I have so many regrets in life, but there is nothing I can do about that. I pray everyday that me and my family will go to heaven, but we probably won't. Sorry for this miserable memoir, I have nothing else to tell you about myself. I hope one day life is not so bleak.

6 word biography (peasant): miserable tired depression terrifying uncertain nothing

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Hello, I am a peasant woman of the middle ages. I live with my wonderful family of 4, well it used to be 15 but 11 of my children died, oh well, I'll get over it. Even though I never got very far I am so grateful for my long life of 27 years. My drunken family was always such a joy to be around. Now that I am about to die I want to thank god for letting me live as long as I did and not letting me fall into a vat of beer like my sister Hilda.
Biography for the lady
My life sucks, peace out dudes.
My biography
Marvel Fandom + uplifting rush of depression.

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Now, I am looking at my death bed in my one room house, contemplating the last 24 years. I did not do anything extravagant. I woke up and remained in my town, but particularly my house. I never really left. I woke up every morning at dawn and immediately began to set out breakfast. There was not really much to cook, as I just set out bread and beer. Once my husband and kids woke up, they ate and immediately left. At that time, I and my unborn child proceeded to the vats. I slaved over those boiling barrel, sweating and arms burning due to the heat rising off the barley and wheat. I am almost glad to leave the pain behind.

I worked hard, but died young.
I am glad to be alive.

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My whole life has consisted of three things: beer, child birth, and church.  Every day, I brewed beer and about every nine months I went into labor. I did not choose this life, I was forced into it. I don't even remember most of it because I was drunk for the majority. I wish that I was aware of how bad this habit was for me and had access to clean water so that I could pursue a more stable life. Church was the only joy in my life, I always looked to god in rough time, aka all the time. But I felt guilty every single say due to my excessive drinking which is a sin. Now I am going to hell and there's nothing I can do about it.

Beer
Sins
Husband
Work
Repeat
Forget

School
Family
Love
Health
Growth
Active