They are crawling on me, worse into me. I feel them. Billions of them it seems like. The mice are bad, the dead things are worse... but in some way I cannot to this day describe, it was the fucking bugs that was the worst of it. They were just waiting for me to die and be edible carrion.
I think some part of me fundamentally understood that even then.
Sometimes when I am almost asleep I hear them and feel them and god help me even taste them.
Fuck a bunch of bugs... that's all I'm saying.
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