Forget you.

I don't want to know your name.
I don't want you to come inside.
I don't want to see you twice
unless there's business to be done.
I don't want to meet your friends,
or know your ideals, your dreams
you better keep with your change.
I don't care when it becomes personal.
Because I hate crying.
It's true.
I remember doing it every night
with every little story.
Now I know it's all a trick.
So I skip the parts that I know
that will see me hurt.
So, believe me when I say,
I hate crying for you.
It's not fair, man.
I have to cry to forget.

(RIP, Golden Girl.)

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