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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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¤¤,¤,,¤¤,, 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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