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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 ,,,,,,,,,,
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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 ,,,,,,,,,,
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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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