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##@#§**«:¨ WAS BEING BOTHERED BY SOMETHING IN A ¨:«**§#@##
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#§**«:¨¨¨¨ MORE AND MORE PIECES FALLS OFF UNTIL ¨¨¨¨:«**§#
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###@§**«:¨ BEDROCK, BUT THE DEEPER I GO THE MORE ¨:«**§@###
##@#§**«:¨ ABSTRACT THEY ARE, THE THINGS, UNTIL ¨:«**§#@##
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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 ¨:«**§#@##
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