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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 ,,@@,,@@@@
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,,@,,@@@@, 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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,,,@@@,,@@ When I Am Nothing But The Question, It @,,@@@@,,,
@@,,@,,,,@ Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My ,,,,@@,,@@
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