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&&§§==~,,, Now, Usually I Feel Good (Maybe?), But ,,,~==§§&&
&§~,,,,,,, This Time Of Confusion Also Leads To ,,,,,,,~§&
&%%==~~,,, All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I ,,,~~==%%&
&&&§=~,,,, Was Being Bothered By Something In A ,,,,~=§&&&
#@@&%§=~,, Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How ,,~=§%&@@#
&&§§~,,,,, Would I Have Done It, What Is The ,,,,,~§§&&
@@@&%§=~,, Purpose Of This Process, What Does It ,,~=§%&@@@
##@&%§=~,, Consist Of...? And Through The Process ,,~=§%&@##
#@@&%§=~,, More And More Pieces Falls Off Until ,,~=§%&@@#
@@@&%§=~,, I'M Standing There With Nothing. ,,~=§%&@@@
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&&§§§=,,,, Reductionist Hell - ,,,,=§§§&&
#@@&%§=~,, I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept ,,~=§%&@@#
#@@&%§=~,, Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More ,,~=§%&@@#
#@@&%§=~,, Abstract They Are, The Things, Until ,,~=§%&@@#
&&&§~,,,,, They Cease To Be Things At All ,,,,,~§&&&
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##@&%§=~,, Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is ,,~=§%&@##
#@@&%§=~,, Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They ,,~=§%&@@#
@@@&%§=~,, Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful ,,~=§%&@@@
#@@&%§=~,, Sense. ,,~=§%&@@#
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@&§§==~,,, And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself, ,,,~==§§&@
#@@&%§=~,, When I Am Nothing But The Question, It ,,~=§%&@@#
&%%==,,,,, Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My ,,,,,==%%&
@@@&%§=~,, Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever ,,~=§%&@@@
##@&%§=~,, Was After That. ,,~=§%&@##
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