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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 @,@,@,,@,@
@,@,@,,@,, 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 @,@,@,,@,@
@,@,@,,@,, Was After That. @,@,@,@@,,
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