when i die i hope no one who ever hurt me cries
and if they cry i hope their eyes fall out
and a million maggots that had made up their brains
crawl from the empty holes and devour the flesh
that covered the evil that passed itself off as a person
that i probably tried
to love
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a million maggots that had made up their brains crawl from the empty holes and devour the flesh that covered the evil that passed itself off as a person.. short and so meaningful. tony