Mon cheri,
I'm as beautiful as you dreamed that I could be.
Discouragement is my enemy,
But I won't let your scars get the best of me.
I loved you once,
But I've pulled out the pieces
Of all your indignity,
All of my weakness.
You're worse than I remember,
And I'm wiser than you thought I am.
You made your bed,
let me tuck you in.
Feel free to dream of me.
Though I'm not coming back.
I don't give my love out for free.
Sweet dreams.
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