irisgoesrawr666 - Hello Poetry

To This Day by Shane Koyczan To This Day When I was a kid I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing I thought they were both pork chops and because my grandmother thought it was cute and because they were my favourite she let me keep doing it not really a big deal one day before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees I fell out of a tree and bruised the right side of my body I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it because I was afraid I’d get in trouble for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise and I got sent to the principal’s office from there I was sent to another small room with a really nice lady who asked me all kinds of questions about my life at home I saw no reason to lie as far as I was concerned life was pretty good I told her “whenever I’m sad my grandmother gives me karate chops” this led to a full scale investigation and I was removed from the house for three days until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school and I earned my first nickname pork chop to this day I hate pork chops I’m not the only kid who grew up this way surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called and we got called them all so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us that we’d be lonely forever that we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed so broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away that there’s no way for it to metastasize it does she was eight years old our first day of grade three when she got called ugly we both got moved to the back of the class so we would stop get bombarded by spit ***** but the school halls were a battleground where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse outside we’d have to rehearse running away or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there in grade five they taped a sign to her desk that read beware of dog to this day despite a loving husband she doesn’t think she’s beautiful because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half of her face kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn’t quite get the job done and they’ll never understand that she’s raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word mom because they see her heart before they see her skin that she’s only ever always been amazing he was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree adopted but not because his parents opted for a different destiny he was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy started therapy in 8th grade had a personality made up of tests and pills lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs four fifths suicidal a tidal wave of anti depressants and an adolescence of being called popper one part because of the pills and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty he tried to **** himself in grade ten when a kid who still had his mom and dad had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit to this day he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moments before it’s about to fall and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration he remains a conversation piece between people who can’t understand sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way to this day kids are still being called names the classics were hey stupid hey spaz seems like each school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year and if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear do they make a sound? are they just the background noise of a soundtrack stuck on repeat when people say things like kids can be cruel? every school was a big top circus tent and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers from clowns to carnies all of these were miles ahead of who we were we were freaks lobster claw boys and bearded ladies oddities juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal but at night while the others slept we kept walking the tightrope it was practice and yeah some of us fell but I want to tell them that all of this **** is just debris leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself get a better mirror look a little closer stare a little longer because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit you built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself you signed it “they were wrong” because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it you have to believe that they were wrong they have to be wrong why else would we still be here? we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them we stem from a root planted in the belief that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway and if in some way we are don’t worry we only got out to walk and get gas we are graduating members from the class of **** off we made it not the faded echoes of voices crying out names will never hurt me of course they did but our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC

irisgoesrawr666

To This Day

To This Day by Shane Koyczan To This Day When I was a kid I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing I thought they were both pork chops and because my grandmother thought it was cute and because they were my favourite she let me keep doing it not really a big deal one day before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees I fell out of a tree and bruised the right side of my body I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it because I was afraid I’d get in trouble for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise and I got sent to the principal’s office from there I was sent to another small room with a really nice lady who asked me all kinds of questions about my life at home I saw no reason to lie as far as I was concerned life was pretty good I told her “whenever I’m sad my grandmother gives me karate chops” this led to a full scale investigation and I was removed from the house for three days until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school and I earned my first nickname pork chop to this day I hate pork chops I’m not the only kid who grew up this way surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called and we got called them all so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us that we’d be lonely forever that we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed so broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away that there’s no way for it to metastasize it does she was eight years old our first day of grade three when she got called ugly we both got moved to the back of the class so we would stop get bombarded by spit ***** but the school halls were a battleground where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse outside we’d have to rehearse running away or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there in grade five they taped a sign to her desk that read beware of dog to this day despite a loving husband she doesn’t think she’s beautiful because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half of her face kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn’t quite get the job done and they’ll never understand that she’s raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word mom because they see her heart before they see her skin that she’s only ever always been amazing he was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree adopted but not because his parents opted for a different destiny he was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy started therapy in 8th grade had a personality made up of tests and pills lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs four fifths suicidal a tidal wave of anti depressants and an adolescence of being called popper one part because of the pills and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty he tried to **** himself in grade ten when a kid who still had his mom and dad had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit to this day he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moments before it’s about to fall and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration he remains a conversation piece between people who can’t understand sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way to this day kids are still being called names the classics were hey stupid hey spaz seems like each school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year and if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear do they make a sound? are they just the background noise of a soundtrack stuck on repeat when people say things like kids can be cruel? every school was a big top circus tent and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers from clowns to carnies all of these were miles ahead of who we were we were freaks lobster claw boys and bearded ladies oddities juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal but at night while the others slept we kept walking the tightrope it was practice and yeah some of us fell but I want to tell them that all of this **** is just debris leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself get a better mirror look a little closer stare a little longer because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit you built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself you signed it “they were wrong” because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it you have to believe that they were wrong they have to be wrong why else would we still be here? we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them we stem from a root planted in the belief that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway and if in some way we are don’t worry we only got out to walk and get gas we are graduating members from the class of **** off we made it not the faded echoes of voices crying out names will never hurt me of course they did but our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

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This is an anthem for the homesick, for the beaten, The lost, the broke, the defeated. A song for the heartsick, for the standbys, Living life in the shadow of a goodbye. Do you remember when we learned how to fly? We'd play make-believe; we were young and had time on our side. You're stuck on the ground, Got lost, can't be found. Just remember that you're still alive. I'll carry you home. No, you're not alone. Keep marching on, This is worth fighting for, You know we've all got battle scars. You've had enough, But just don't give up. Stick to your guns, You are worth fighting for. You know we've all got battle scars. Keep marching on. This is a call to the soldiers, the fighters, The young, the innocent, and righteous. We've got a little room to grow. Better days are near, Hope is so much stronger than fear. So if you jump, kid, don't be scared to fall. We'll be kings and queens in this dream, all for one, one for all. You can light up the dark, There's a fire in your heart, Burning brighter than ever before. I'll carry you home. No, you're not alone. Keep marching on, This is worth fighting for, You know we've all got battle scars. You've had enough, But just don't give up. Stick to your guns, You are worth fighting for. You know we've all got battle scars. Keep marching on. On and on, like we're living on a broken record. Hope is strong, but misery's a little quicker. Sit, and we wait, and we drown there, Thinking, "Why bother playing when it's unfair?" They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell 'em that's why I've got feet. Left, right, left, right, Moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat. This could be the last chance you have to fly. Do you like the ground? Want it to pass you by? Man, you had it all when you were just a kid. Do you even remember who you were back then? What do you want in life? Will you be twice as strong? What would you sacrifice? What are you waiting on? Don't stop, march on. I'll carry you home. No, you're not alone. Keep marching on, This is worth fighting for, You know we've all got battle scars. You've had enough, But just don't give up. Stick to your guns, You are worth fighting for. You know we've all got battle scars. Keep marching on. Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh-ohhhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh-ohhhhh Keep marching on.

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC

irisgoesrawr666

Battle Scars

This is an anthem for the homesick, for the beaten, The lost, the broke, the defeated. A song for the heartsick, for the standbys, Living life in the shadow of a goodbye. Do you remember when we learned how to fly? We'd play make-believe; we were young and had time on our side. You're stuck on the ground, Got lost, can't be found. Just remember that you're still alive. I'll carry you home. No, you're not alone. Keep marching on, This is worth fighting for, You know we've all got battle scars. You've had enough, But just don't give up. Stick to your guns, You are worth fighting for. You know we've all got battle scars. Keep marching on. This is a call to the soldiers, the fighters, The young, the innocent, and righteous. We've got a little room to grow. Better days are near, Hope is so much stronger than fear. So if you jump, kid, don't be scared to fall. We'll be kings and queens in this dream, all for one, one for all. You can light up the dark, There's a fire in your heart, Burning brighter than ever before. I'll carry you home. No, you're not alone. Keep marching on, This is worth fighting for, You know we've all got battle scars. You've had enough, But just don't give up. Stick to your guns, You are worth fighting for. You know we've all got battle scars. Keep marching on. On and on, like we're living on a broken record. Hope is strong, but misery's a little quicker. Sit, and we wait, and we drown there, Thinking, "Why bother playing when it's unfair?" They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell 'em that's why I've got feet. Left, right, left, right, Moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat. This could be the last chance you have to fly. Do you like the ground? Want it to pass you by? Man, you had it all when you were just a kid. Do you even remember who you were back then? What do you want in life? Will you be twice as strong? What would you sacrifice? What are you waiting on? Don't stop, march on. I'll carry you home. No, you're not alone. Keep marching on, This is worth fighting for, You know we've all got battle scars. You've had enough, But just don't give up. Stick to your guns, You are worth fighting for. You know we've all got battle scars. Keep marching on. Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh-ohhhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh-ohhhhh Keep marching on.

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I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me You used to captivate me by your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along ...me, me, me.

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC

irisgoesrawr666

My Immortal

I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me You used to captivate me by your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along ...me, me, me.

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I'm being honest when I say if it wasn't for you I would have already killed myself.

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irisgoesrawr666

Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC

joshallen

Untitled

I'm being honest when I say if it wasn't for you I would have already killed myself.

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We're all just suicidal kids Telling other suicidal kids That suicide is not the answer

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irisgoesrawr666

Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC

lila-valentine

Us

We're all just suicidal kids Telling other suicidal kids That suicide is not the answer

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At 6 she wanted to be a ballerina At 8 she wanted to be a veterinarian At 10 she wanted to be a teacher At 13 she wanted to be pretty At 16 she wanted to be dead But.. At 18 she graduates high school At 20 she studies for her final At 22 she gets her diploma At 24 she finds her career At 26 she whispers "I do" At 28 she holds her new born child At 30 she wipes her tears and says "I made it"

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irisgoesrawr666

Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC

Egg

Possible

At 6 she wanted to be a ballerina At 8 she wanted to be a veterinarian At 10 she wanted to be a teacher At 13 she wanted to be pretty At 16 she wanted to be dead But.. At 18 she graduates high school At 20 she studies for her final At 22 she gets her diploma At 24 she finds her career At 26 she whispers "I do" At 28 she holds her new born child At 30 she wipes her tears and says "I made it"

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Don't Kick me But lets Go Go Go It may not be Gold But could you Save Me A Spark If not, i'll just have to Fly Because of this, we are The Strays We're Left Alone Maybe we're Better Off Dead In all honesty, We Like It Loud It's only November This may be Madness But Don't Say Anything

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Mar 22, 2015

Mar 22, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC

irisgoesrawr666

Untitled

Don't Kick me But lets Go Go Go It may not be Gold But could you Save Me A Spark If not, i'll just have to Fly Because of this, we are The Strays We're Left Alone Maybe we're Better Off Dead In all honesty, We Like It Loud It's only November This may be Madness But Don't Say Anything

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I'd be lying if I said I never thought of dying alone But I'm so vulnerable to just about everyone And only one friend knows me I sigh When another year is over Where I've so little to account for Oh what happened to the days of being happy? If I told you what I'm feeling Do you promise me you'll stay? When we were little Did you think you would be Living in the middle With someone like me I will not care for myself I can not care for myself I'll try to be a little bit stronger 'Cause if I'm waiting any longer There'll be no souls beside me Be mine; I will appreciate your beauty Doubt you'll ever even Knew Me Oh I just want to make you happy If I told you what I'm feeling Do you promise me you'll stay? When we were little Did you think you would be Living in the middle With someone like me I will not care for myself I can not care for myself I will be just so much better I will love you so much more I can not help myself I can not help myself I will not help myself I will not help myself When we were little Did you think you would be Living in the middle With someone like me I will not care for myself I can not care for myself

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC

irisgoesrawr666

Care

I'd be lying if I said I never thought of dying alone But I'm so vulnerable to just about everyone And only one friend knows me I sigh When another year is over Where I've so little to account for Oh what happened to the days of being happy? If I told you what I'm feeling Do you promise me you'll stay? When we were little Did you think you would be Living in the middle With someone like me I will not care for myself I can not care for myself I'll try to be a little bit stronger 'Cause if I'm waiting any longer There'll be no souls beside me Be mine; I will appreciate your beauty Doubt you'll ever even Knew Me Oh I just want to make you happy If I told you what I'm feeling Do you promise me you'll stay? When we were little Did you think you would be Living in the middle With someone like me I will not care for myself I can not care for myself I will be just so much better I will love you so much more I can not help myself I can not help myself I will not help myself I will not help myself When we were little Did you think you would be Living in the middle With someone like me I will not care for myself I can not care for myself

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In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told Headfirst, I’ll take the dive I’m not looking back I’ve always been afraid of flights But when I’m with you I feel like I can fly You fill my lungs, baby when you get me high And I don’t ever wanna come back down from this tonight We’re not getting any younger There’s no need to be afraid Say the word I’ll take you there Yeah we could run away In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told And I fantasize about your body pressed to mine With sheets you drawn the line And I’m on the other side If I say it right The perfect words the perfect time A perfect world bound inside A picture perfect state of mind We’re not getting any younger There’s no need to be afraid Say the word I’ll take you there Yeah we could run away In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) All the way from the moon back to your living room (I’ll always wait for you) [x2] In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) All the way from the moon back to your living room (I’ll always wait for you) [x2]

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC

irisgoesrawr666

Battleground

In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told Headfirst, I’ll take the dive I’m not looking back I’ve always been afraid of flights But when I’m with you I feel like I can fly You fill my lungs, baby when you get me high And I don’t ever wanna come back down from this tonight We’re not getting any younger There’s no need to be afraid Say the word I’ll take you there Yeah we could run away In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told And I fantasize about your body pressed to mine With sheets you drawn the line And I’m on the other side If I say it right The perfect words the perfect time A perfect world bound inside A picture perfect state of mind We’re not getting any younger There’s no need to be afraid Say the word I’ll take you there Yeah we could run away In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) All the way from the moon back to your living room (I’ll always wait for you) [x2] In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road In a world so lost come and find me We’re on our own You and I we’ll chase the sunset Down every road Another million miles to go Destination still unknown Our happily ever after will be a story to be told Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) Oh [x4] (I’ll always wait for you) All the way from the moon back to your living room (I’ll always wait for you) [x2]

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Gurl stops meking out n asked boi to get potartz he dus den gurl teks deep breff and gurl sais bf I am pregnent will u stay ma bf n he seys "NO" gurl iz hertbrokn gurl cried n runz awaii from boi wiffout eatin poptart n she has low blood suga so she fols boi runs ova 2 her She Ded boi crie I sed I no be ur bf cuz i wona b ur husband! he screems n frows poptart @ wol a bootiful diomand ring wus insyd LIK DIS IF U CRY EVERTIM!!!!

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC

irisgoesrawr666

liek dis if u cri everytim

Gurl stops meking out n asked boi to get potartz he dus den gurl teks deep breff and gurl sais bf I am pregnent will u stay ma bf n he seys "NO" gurl iz hertbrokn gurl cried n runz awaii from boi wiffout eatin poptart n she has low blood suga so she fols boi runs ova 2 her She Ded boi crie I sed I no be ur bf cuz i wona b ur husband! he screems n frows poptart @ wol a bootiful diomand ring wus insyd LIK DIS IF U CRY EVERTIM!!!!

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