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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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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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;-,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,-;
§;-,¨¨¨¨¨¨ Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful ¨¨¨¨¨¨,-;§
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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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