You're so horrible in my dreams.
You're so different to anything I've ever known you to be.
You curse me.
You glare.
You hate me for the whore I am.
And I still love you so much.
I wake up crying,
And you're always there to comfort me every time.
This is why you're all I need.
This is why it's always been you.
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Oh, Mr. Pitiful. Who let you down?