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,,,,,,,,,, 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 /~.,,,,,,,
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,,.~/$£§¶# i wan't a bottom floor, a concept #¶§£$/~.,,
,,,.~/$£§¶ bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ¶§£$/~.,,,
,,,,.~/$£§ abstract they are, the things, until §£$/~.,,,,
,,,,,.~/$£ they cease to be things at all £$/~.,,,,,
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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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