Who am I again?

Curses to myself, to the world, I am failing
I can sense that, with each
And every moment in my reach
I can feel my cells, they are dividing
And redividing,
I am expanding,
No, I am losing myself, losing pieces
Of me, each of me in the trance
Well there's noone for me nut my pieces
Which I watch, as they craft a romance
I am a falling piece of my pieces
Wait, I am being built again
Were the shatterings all in vain?
I was built back from the grave
Into life's game
Wait, who am I again?


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