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is full of nonsense: summing up my parts, contradiction is the quotient and the remainder is a hole I fail to fill my thoughts don’t add up; questions make fractions that multiply themselves of their own will regret is the exponent when decision is the base and even the best results are some digits out of place
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
my sense of self
is full of nonsense: summing up my parts, contradiction is the quotient and the remainder is a hole I fail to fill my thoughts don’t add up; questions make fractions that multiply themselves of their own will regret is the exponent when decision is the base and even the best results are some digits out of place
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
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