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.)
Forget you.
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