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drink up baby, look at the stars.

I guess you’re okay now, and because of that I should be too; but I’m not. And the truth is, you don’t care anymore. I guess I’m just too fucked up…and that’s a personal problem. And for some reason I just keep thinking about when you said “I’ll always be there for you”

Why does no one care anymore

That awkward moment when you tell the person who says they love you that you cant help but feel sad all the time and they reply:

"Sounds like a personal problem"

“I was born to tell you I love you.”

we-are-all-one-tribe:

Namastè
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