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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 ¨¨¨¨:«^%§@
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§%^«:¨¨¨¨¨ reductionist hell - ¨¨¨¨¨:«^%§
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¶@§%^«:¨¨¨ bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ¨¨¨:«^%§@¶
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#@¶@§%^«:¨ 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 ¨¨¨:«^%§@¶
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