An identity that is not identical to anyone else, with an ideology to identify the way these idiosyncrasies indent the idle lives around me. It's an ideal idea; idealism. But it's inane to think this idiocy could ever incorporate independence from indigent personalities. Individualism aside, our inescapable inertia is infectious; we incur it willingly. And it's incredible that despite my internal incriminations and iniquities, in love, you have indulged my soul with infinity.
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