The cemetery's packed with people.
Look...you had so many friends. they're all here because of you. Back then, you were always worried no one will cry at your burial. But they're all sobbing now. Mom. Dad. The ones you thought left you when they found out you were shooting heroin up your eyeballs.
Sad how you die just to know these things.
...
How come you die first...
when the load injected to you for the first time,
was done by me...
while you were sleeping?
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Anyway, I’m waiting for my turn now...
Wish you did it to me, first.
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