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You hold me close and whisper

sweet nothings in my ear.

You tell me that I am beautiful

inside and out.

You tell me that the numbers on

the scale and the scars on my skin

could not make me less

beautiful to you.

You make me feel whole again.

You tell me that you love me,

that you could never

live in a world

without 

me.

But soon I wake up and you

are not real.

And I am not whole. 

And a world without me

is a world

unchanged.