Text race history for Is there a self? (deckard_4)

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And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.

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4354 2020-04-03 06:55:22 98.54 99%