Check inside my room,
It leads to nothing but my demise and doom.
Locked away beneath the grim,
You'll find the box within the dim.
Siwtchblades, hack saws, and box cutters lies.
Within my box, just waiting to do the job so I can die.
I won't be missed when I'm deceased,
Quick, stop me, cease me!
Before I slip in the act,
And die on impact.
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