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“Guilt is a control program that causes laziness, postponement, and reincarnation. Sin is a lie. The idea that a bleeding man can take away your bad behavior is a massive lie that NEEDS TO STOP. Own your behavior. Grow up. Apologize. Apologizing is a form of dissolving “sin” and an initiation into adulthood. This is emotional intelligence.”

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