«...And when I'm 6 feet deep underground, and the bugs are finally eating my heart out, they'll see it still throbbing with the pain you left it in, and the affection I had for you that has never abandoned me.
They'll see my stomach still twisted in knots you never untied, bruised and scarred.
They'll see my mind that still is swirled with endless thoughts.
And they'll see my eyes that glow like the forest, sticks and trees above;
My eyes that may be rotting slowly, but the bugs, they will still be able to see so clearly through them how deeply I truly saw you.»
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