We are changed by what we choose to Receive, we are changed by what Cause we Bleed, We are changed by the message we can See, we have invisioned ourselves sentimentally, but we have arraigned ourself supplementally, we have coerced our own logic by amending thee, instead of amending what we see. We have practiced spirit by presumption, deciding practical relevance as our illusion, but the only change will come by inclusion - when diversity is no longer an illusion.
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