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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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨^
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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»^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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#@#§%:»^¨¨ nothing i can do with triangles. they ¨¨^»:%§#@#
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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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