Maggots and The Dead

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When my heart stops beating, and the maggots feast on my corpse. Only then I will feel unbound and understood. Once the maggots consume me, I hope they taste the loneliness I’ve endured my whole entire life. For then, I will finally be understood by someone.

But the maggots would be to late, for it has taken that feeling from my lifeless body.

And now they have to suffer with that grey lonesome feeling. The feeling of misery.