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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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