I'm two steps from the edge.

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I'm locked in a box
slowly filling with water,
darkness surrounding me
slowly crawling around wet naked body,
strapping me down to these cold metal bars,
as my eyes close I began to lose all hope
with my heart beating at a rapid pace the water fills my lungs,
and now there is no escape.
I'm locked in a box.
That now I
call my casket.

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