I don't care anymore.


December is the month of celebration, is it not?
There is always Christmas for you and there is always Birthday for me.

And as one gets older, one might get wiser. Stop caring is one step closer to the enlightening.

If they want they can chase me, love me, hate me, I don't care anymore.

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