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We are black on the inside, believe that.
No, it's not a racialist issue, emotions, and moods operate through sophisticated appearances.
But our masks conceal the truth, revealing them will change humanity.
We have repeated for years inappropriate knowledge, and we breathed in frames from hollowness.
Black, white, yellow, red.
We are black on the inside, believe that.
No, I'm not transparent, my masks are escaping me.
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