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,,,¤¤¤¤¤¤, All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I ¤¤,,¤¤¤¤¤¤
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¤¤¤¤,,,,,, Would I Have Done It, What Is The ,,,,,,,,,¤
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,¤,,,,¤¤¤¤ Consist Of...? And Through The Process ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤,,,
,,,¤¤,,¤¤, More And More Pieces Falls Off Until ¤¤¤¤¤¤,,¤¤
,¤,,,,,,,, I'M Standing There With Nothing. ¤¤¤¤¤,,,,,
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¤¤¤¤,,,,¤¤ Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More ,,,,,,,¤¤¤
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¤¤,,,,,,¤¤ 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 ,¤,,¤¤¤¤¤¤
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,,,,,¤¤,,, Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My ,,¤¤¤¤¤¤¤,
¤¤¤¤,,,,¤¤ Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever ,,,¤¤¤¤¤,,
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