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#¶£§**~,,, all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ,,,~**§£¶#
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###¶£§**~, 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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~,,,,,,,,, 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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