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All Along

�
he said �
"YOU`RE the Problem" �
triggering �
a slight head turn �
and squint �
sure signs �
micrological �
electro-shock �
delivered �
through energy �
of unconsidered �
correctness �
rendered me �
temporarily locked �
until
the involuntary
yet obligatory �
Medulla-Oblongatic �
auto search �
coursed �
through my brain �
resulting in
error message
401.7
"Sorry �
No Files Match �
Your Search" �
I was dumb-founded �
and found dumb �
I could conjour
no reason �
nor rationalization �
He was right �
I AM �
the One �
the Problem �
all along