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Let Your Processing Be Pure

Be converted… and become as little children That’s truly the only way to be free. Before being subjected to the harshness of the world before your head was filled with voices the algorithm of the world our oppressors. Before we got so confused Rewind, go back and remember Not all these customs are ours. Not all these voices belong to us. They belong to other people Other races from other places. some are old customs passed down some are old memories some come from our methods of survival. Most of it isn’t even truth maybe you’re thinking too much BREATHE. MEDITATE, PRAY cause maybe you’re feeding into the wrong memories but we were conditioned to be this way.

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