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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 $==^,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^== ==^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,^= Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is =^,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,^ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They ^,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,^= Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful =^,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^== Sense. ==^,,,,,,,
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,,,,,^==$& 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 #@#&$==^,,
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