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Upon my passing, I wish to be laid in a small bed of flowers. I will be sealed in with beetles until my bones shine, and they're as clean and porcelain as my skin once was. Bones separated, for my friends to keep and cherish me. Some may carve new tattoos directly into my periosteum. And my skull is to be decorated, and to be occasionally brought to new places. I am a skeleton, shared and bound by love. I was a morbid fanatic, brought up in a world too cruel. Tossing away pets and family members alike, whether it's a toilet to a fish, or human to a plot of land, that you spend a fortune on only to never visit. Keep crystals in my eyes, candles in my ribs, make a knife from my femur, love me like I loved you. Sincerely, a girl who once was.