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¤¤¨¨¤¤¤¤¤¤ 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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¨¤¤¨¨¤¤¤¤¨ 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 ¨¨¨¨¨¤¨¨¤¤
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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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