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everything will be fine when the worms eat my body.

i receive what i gave

nothing, once more.

now, nothing can touch me.

i am only filled with maggots,

and they adore me more than anyone ever did.

but then again,

weren’t you supposed to like me?

i miss it,

having fake eyes, i mean.

pretending not to see

that you were leaving.

your absence won't make my ignorance despair from heaven,

and it will haunt me forever

because it was the place i was kindly sent from.

i was just a kid, though.