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the annual cleaning process approaches quickly, and soon enough the anthems of the new years and subjective new "me's" shall ring along with the passing days of the new decade. for science sake cut the crap.

the reinvention of the self requires a realignment with new ideologies,  a reafication of all that was pleasant and noble while relinquishing all that was unpleasant and ignoble. such a manifestations exists only if the minds of those willing to truly deny the self bodily pleasure in effort to feed the soul.
as it may be evident, babies feel pain as the blind can look into the souls of others in order to judge one's fulfillment.

as the many have the understanding of an unfulfilled soul, only the few have knowledge of a fulfilled soul.

cleaning old skeletons in time for new years are purely new additions to old dilemmas left to die and become old.

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