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This knife in my hand
Is my only friend.
It soothes my cold soul,
And will bring my end.

There are many doors to open,
But in this one I cannot lose.
Dangerous is this destiny,
Still, it is mine to choose.

The meow of my cat
Wakes me form my dream.
And quiet as a bat,
I get up quickly.

I stop and think
Did this happen accidentally?
Can I live this wretched life,
Or will it always remain a mystery?