Stand between the open doors. However, there is an old wooden door that is still closed, there is a beautiful writing carving that has begun to break with time. Kinda hard to read it as (BIRTH), “What does that mean?” I opened the old door and passed into the wielders that endured the strangeness.

I found the DV tapes neatly tucked away in the gaps in the bookshelf as well as the player accompanied by a rather small (perhaps only 14′) TV, like a film library. With in each band detected by the label affixed to that band. So many visible ribbons and legible labels made me feel strange because I didn’t understand what this was? The label on each ribbon bears a simplicity that is not like the title of what the ribbon contains.

Fukis eyes fixed on a ribbon label that read (Aaaaa….) in my heart I muttered “what the hell is this? Horror what is gross?” I decided to find out with the help of a DV player and saw it with a tiny TV in the right corner of the door. And all that was heard and passed was only a small cry that filled a lit room. And the smile of a woman who is sweating profusely and tormented by her thinning breath (where are you afraid? I’m strange, god don’t throw me away, I testify you are my god, I believe in you, don’t leave me here!, cold, and burning servant here.)

I focused on listening, I watched it silently, strange and embarrassing, “Did I cry because I was born?, New world, feelings, atmosphere, time, social, why am I afraid of being born? Why didn’t I want to be born? Then why does my mother smile happily when I’m scared? Why is my mother happy that I am afraid of the world?”

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“God, why did you throw me into the world? Why don’t you take my testimony? I testify to you, why don’t you let me there to continue to testify to you and believe in you. What do you really want from a servant? By sending me to this world, I want to remain in the care of your angels who have taught me to have faith in you.”

(Don’t ask God because God has already given you the answer before you question it. What is your life for?)