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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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