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“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realise how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy.” – Jim Carrey”

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Jim Carrey
Jim Carrey

Jim Carrey, born on January 17, 1962, is a renowned Canadian actor, comedian, and comedy screenwriter. Known for his exaggerated performance style and unique comedic talent, he has been nominated for multiple Oscars and is best known for his roles in 'The Mask' and 'Forrest Gump'. more

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