If the bugs:
If the bugs ever eat me rotten corpse, I hope they get the taste of the love I have for you. I hope that they look for the taste in everything they eat.
I hope when my heart finally stops beating, that it’ll explode into a million pieces of love you’ll keep finding forever. That even when I’m gone, my love for you still runs very very true.
If the bugs ever get to my eyes, I hope they get to see the beauty I was so lucky to see everyday. To see the smile that blessed me.
If I die, if the bugs get to me, I hope that in every bug you see for the rest of eternity,
That you see me.
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	Georgia Watson (
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