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You gotta go

Disappear, evaporate.
You gotta go because it's in my best interest, to my mental health. 
The dog you won should go away from my bed. I confess it's sleeping all nights next to me because I feel safe.
Your pictures of perfection should be burned, no more astonishing descriptions, your poetry should hide. Your secrets will be mine, your confessions don't matter anymore.
The blindness will help me with the blondness, and all the other things I remember about you will dissipate. 
My memories of your skin will be the hardest part. Touching perfection is a lifetime experience.
The captivating eyes should look in another way. I always had reserves about the way you look, but your clear eyes will always inspire me tenderness.
The worst will be your words. The ones I always wanted to believe as honest. They should go too. It's a joke from now.
We lost the most valuable thing between us, sincerity. We could think different or be totally opposite, but we were sincere to each other.
Now we can not listen. Not anymore. 
It's time for you to go, it's time for me to be.

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