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Have you ever looked in the mirror to see yourself dying and though you are trying so hard you fall apart anyway? It's an endless battle and it's an endless game. It's the sting of a snake's venom to poison your veins. It's a hard blow upon my head aching in the day and it's heavy like lead eating me away. I knew something so long ago. I knew what they would do to bring me low. So this is fate. I see things from an outer space. I see things from another place. I see the choice that have been made to bend and break my heart. I see the pieces falling from this vessel to sink it in deep water. What I have received of my Father - it is written in the book of my life. Is it so hard to die?