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Jan 2019
My purpose is also my suffering.

For I am meant for myself.

Vast vexatious vapidity.

Seldom does the rock choose to jump.

I am the tree that burns the coldest.

A maniac for purpose.
Just Ivan
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Just Ivan  20/M/MT
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