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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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