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Man
23    NJ
Vi
27/F    A bit of my soul, translated to paper, rests here. It's expression limited to arbitrary, squiggly lines and shapes. But you and your soul can ...
Cognitive Conflict
29/M/France    Someday I'll make sense
Nought
Nought

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