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it’s so frustrating because i know you wanted to be with me, on those days you drove almost an hour each way to see me and you kissed me so often and held me so tight and always pulled me closer and i could feel your eyes on me when i wasn’t looking, and we spent day after day like this, just being together and pretending that time could stand still, but at the same time, i feel like it was all just something for you to do while you were home, even though you deny it. i remember starting to tear up one afternoon with my head on your chest while you slept, because i knew it was just a matter of time till this was just a memory. i can’t picture you actually missing me, i can’t imagine you actually wishing i hadn’t said i was done with grey and in between. i feel like i’m so insignificant to you. like you have no feelings, like you couldn’t care less, this is just life, people come and go. and i know that, i know this is just life, and that people come and go, but it hurts that it’d never cross your mind to ask me to stay, that i was fun while i lasted, that you never wanted to make me yours. i’ll fade soon. i want to matter more to you. you’re a thinker, i’m a feeler, you hate that i’m so black and white. but i’m selfish and i want 3am texts that you can’t stop thinking about me and that you need to see me again soon. but that’s not who you are. and it’s unfair of me to want you to feel that way when you don’t. and it’s really okay, because if i extended my hand to you and you took it, i don’t think we would’ve gotten very far anyway. i loved being so close to you, but i’m excited to hold someone’s hand who doesn’t want to let go, to kiss someone who wants to kiss me forever, to not be anticipating an inevitable end, to be able to trust someone fully with my heart, to have someone that wants to hold it. and i don’t need that, i don’t need someone, i don’t need anyone. but if one day it’s what’s meant to be, i’ll let it be. i don’t want to be careless with my heart again. i don’t know why things happen the way they do, and i don’t regret you for a second, and i still think the world of you, but i’m too emotional and i fall too deep to give that much of myself again to someone who never asked for any of it in the first place.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
madisen
red ink
it’s so frustrating because i know you wanted to be with me, on those days you drove almost an hour each way to see me and you kissed me so often and held me so tight and always pulled me closer and i could feel your eyes on me when i wasn’t looking, and we spent day after day like this, just being together and pretending that time could stand still, but at the same time, i feel like it was all just something for you to do while you were home, even though you deny it. i remember starting to tear up one afternoon with my head on your chest while you slept, because i knew it was just a matter of time till this was just a memory. i can’t picture you actually missing me, i can’t imagine you actually wishing i hadn’t said i was done with grey and in between. i feel like i’m so insignificant to you. like you have no feelings, like you couldn’t care less, this is just life, people come and go. and i know that, i know this is just life, and that people come and go, but it hurts that it’d never cross your mind to ask me to stay, that i was fun while i lasted, that you never wanted to make me yours. i’ll fade soon. i want to matter more to you. you’re a thinker, i’m a feeler, you hate that i’m so black and white. but i’m selfish and i want 3am texts that you can’t stop thinking about me and that you need to see me again soon. but that’s not who you are. and it’s unfair of me to want you to feel that way when you don’t. and it’s really okay, because if i extended my hand to you and you took it, i don’t think we would’ve gotten very far anyway. i loved being so close to you, but i’m excited to hold someone’s hand who doesn’t want to let go, to kiss someone who wants to kiss me forever, to not be anticipating an inevitable end, to be able to trust someone fully with my heart, to have someone that wants to hold it. and i don’t need that, i don’t need someone, i don’t need anyone. but if one day it’s what’s meant to be, i’ll let it be. i don’t want to be careless with my heart again. i don’t know why things happen the way they do, and i don’t regret you for a second, and i still think the world of you, but i’m too emotional and i fall too deep to give that much of myself again to someone who never asked for any of it in the first place.
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(for Christopher Isherwood) Seated after breakfast In this white-tiled cabin Arabs call the House where Everybody goes, Even melancholics Raise a cheer to Mrs. Nature for the primal Pleasure She bestows. *** is but a dream to Seventy-and-over, But a joy proposed un- -til we start to shave: Mouth-delight depends on Virtue in the cook, but This She guarantees from Cradle unto grave. Lifted off the ***** Infants from their mothers Hear their first impartial Words of worldly praise: Hence, to start the morning With a satisfactory Dump is a good omen All our adult days. Revelation came to Luther in a privy (Crosswords have been solved there) Rodin was no fool When he cast his Thinker, Cogitating deeply, Crouched in the position Of a man at stool. All the arts derive from This ur-act of making, Private to the artist: Makers' lives are spent Striving in their chosen Medium to produce a De-narcissus-ized en- During excrement. Freud did not invent the Constipated miser: Banks have letter boxes Built in their façade Marked For Night Deposits, Stocks are firm or liquid, Currencies of nations Either soft or hard. Global Mother, keep our Bowels of compassion Open through our lifetime, Purge our minds as well: Grant us a king ending, Not a second childhood, Petulant, weak-sphinctered, In a cheap hotel. Keep us in our station: When we get pound-notish, When we seem about to Take up Higher Thought, Send us some deflating Image like the pained ex- -pression on a Major Prophet taken short. (Orthodoxy ought to Bless our modern plumbing: Swift and St. Augustine Lived in centuries When a stench of sewage Made a strong debating Point for Manichees.) Mind and Body run on Different timetables: Not until our morning Visit here can we Leave the dead concerns of Yesterday behind us, Face with all our courage What is now to be.
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W. H. Auden
The Geography of the House
(for Christopher Isherwood) Seated after breakfast In this white-tiled cabin Arabs call the House where Everybody goes, Even melancholics Raise a cheer to Mrs. Nature for the primal Pleasure She bestows. *** is but a dream to Seventy-and-over, But a joy proposed un- -til we start to shave: Mouth-delight depends on Virtue in the cook, but This She guarantees from Cradle unto grave. Lifted off the ***** Infants from their mothers Hear their first impartial Words of worldly praise: Hence, to start the morning With a satisfactory Dump is a good omen All our adult days. Revelation came to Luther in a privy (Crosswords have been solved there) Rodin was no fool When he cast his Thinker, Cogitating deeply, Crouched in the position Of a man at stool. All the arts derive from This ur-act of making, Private to the artist: Makers' lives are spent Striving in their chosen Medium to produce a De-narcissus-ized en- During excrement. Freud did not invent the Constipated miser: Banks have letter boxes Built in their façade Marked For Night Deposits, Stocks are firm or liquid, Currencies of nations Either soft or hard. Global Mother, keep our Bowels of compassion Open through our lifetime, Purge our minds as well: Grant us a king ending, Not a second childhood, Petulant, weak-sphinctered, In a cheap hotel. Keep us in our station: When we get pound-notish, When we seem about to Take up Higher Thought, Send us some deflating Image like the pained ex- -pression on a Major Prophet taken short. (Orthodoxy ought to Bless our modern plumbing: Swift and St. Augustine Lived in centuries When a stench of sewage Made a strong debating Point for Manichees.) Mind and Body run on Different timetables: Not until our morning Visit here can we Leave the dead concerns of Yesterday behind us, Face with all our courage What is now to be.
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My mother was a first generation lesbian. My father, a first generation divorcee. His father was the one child of a public school teacher. He found my grandmother at 18. A farm child, one of seven. A painter, a baker. My mother's father a single boy to three sisters. His aggressive masculinity kept the line clear and thick. He found my mother's mother at 17. A middle of seven Pentecostal children. A beauty queen, an agoraphobic. Each had five children. The door-to-door salesmen/ homemaker and mother of boys duo bet it all to open a hobby shop. They were by far the poorest of the watermelon farming siblings. They were artists and explorers. The high school graduate and ladies man, was a logger before a father. And the single mother of 25 he left scarcely left her home at all. Neither pair made it big. But they made my father. A lonely, post middle aged man. The poorest of his brothers. A used to be pilot, and could have been teacher, a want to be pioneer. A nuclear family super fan who never got his way. And they made my mother. A nervous, eccentric hippie who doesn't know how to talk to her siblings. A woman working her *** off to excel at lower middle class. A builder, a fighter, a **** good mother. Even if accidentally so. She has plans to travel. He has dreams to live by a lake. And they made me. A single girl among three boys. A quirky, nervous tomboy. A thinker, a gardener, a climber. A loser and a dreamer by blood.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
kelsey-campbell
The Losers and The Dreamers
My mother was a first generation lesbian. My father, a first generation divorcee. His father was the one child of a public school teacher. He found my grandmother at 18. A farm child, one of seven. A painter, a baker. My mother's father a single boy to three sisters. His aggressive masculinity kept the line clear and thick. He found my mother's mother at 17. A middle of seven Pentecostal children. A beauty queen, an agoraphobic. Each had five children. The door-to-door salesmen/ homemaker and mother of boys duo bet it all to open a hobby shop. They were by far the poorest of the watermelon farming siblings. They were artists and explorers. The high school graduate and ladies man, was a logger before a father. And the single mother of 25 he left scarcely left her home at all. Neither pair made it big. But they made my father. A lonely, post middle aged man. The poorest of his brothers. A used to be pilot, and could have been teacher, a want to be pioneer. A nuclear family super fan who never got his way. And they made my mother. A nervous, eccentric hippie who doesn't know how to talk to her siblings. A woman working her *** off to excel at lower middle class. A builder, a fighter, a **** good mother. Even if accidentally so. She has plans to travel. He has dreams to live by a lake. And they made me. A single girl among three boys. A quirky, nervous tomboy. A thinker, a gardener, a climber. A loser and a dreamer by blood.
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Impatient and silly Just two things for now There's so much more really And I'm sleepy anyhow But you're handsome You're sweet Oh very handsome, I repeat You're a thinker A debater Always arguing A master- uh hater Oh I can go on forever But droopy are my eyes Goodnight I will speak to you at sunrise
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
pizzagirl
Goodnight,
Impatient and silly Just two things for now There's so much more really And I'm sleepy anyhow But you're handsome You're sweet Oh very handsome, I repeat You're a thinker A debater Always arguing A master- uh hater Oh I can go on forever But droopy are my eyes Goodnight I will speak to you at sunrise
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Always a man to believe, Always a man to dream a dream, Always a man it seems and it seems Always a man he breaks out, Takes his chance Always a man. Always a man significant, Always a man he's brave and decent, Always a man who haves and havenots, Favours his chances Always a man Always a man who believe's that he can't, Always a man a deep thinker then shalt, Always a man in no shadow of doubt Always a man pours out sensible, Learns his rights Always a man. Always a man a gambler he can, Always a man lived life and he won, Always a man risk, twist, stick craps up his tricks, Always a man watches his mind all about, A beat to his dance Always a man. Always a man Sinatra he sang, Always a man with a dodgy plan, Always a man that's for sure, Always a man short sharp ponders out, In any circumstance Always a man. Always a man peaceful and proud, Always a man targets his pay, Always a man working harder each day, Always a man in with a shout, To no shadow of a doubt Always a man. Always a man he drinks lemonade, Always a man look what he made, Always a man with his masquerade, Always a man with his dollar and bill Send him on as Always a man, Always a man not paid what to do, Always a man to figure a fool, Always a man safe safe and he saved Always a man in an ocean of shout. Sailing calms a human Always a man. Always a man with a God given skill, Always a man with a will and a will, Always a man who leads a private suitcase, Always a man with a bit of clout, Then angel shy silence 'Always a man' Doctors Orders. O'Reily@21082014
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
oreilyegan
Doctors Orders
Always a man to believe, Always a man to dream a dream, Always a man it seems and it seems Always a man he breaks out, Takes his chance Always a man. Always a man significant, Always a man he's brave and decent, Always a man who haves and havenots, Favours his chances Always a man Always a man who believe's that he can't, Always a man a deep thinker then shalt, Always a man in no shadow of doubt Always a man pours out sensible, Learns his rights Always a man. Always a man a gambler he can, Always a man lived life and he won, Always a man risk, twist, stick craps up his tricks, Always a man watches his mind all about, A beat to his dance Always a man. Always a man Sinatra he sang, Always a man with a dodgy plan, Always a man that's for sure, Always a man short sharp ponders out, In any circumstance Always a man. Always a man peaceful and proud, Always a man targets his pay, Always a man working harder each day, Always a man in with a shout, To no shadow of a doubt Always a man. Always a man he drinks lemonade, Always a man look what he made, Always a man with his masquerade, Always a man with his dollar and bill Send him on as Always a man, Always a man not paid what to do, Always a man to figure a fool, Always a man safe safe and he saved Always a man in an ocean of shout. Sailing calms a human Always a man. Always a man with a God given skill, Always a man with a will and a will, Always a man who leads a private suitcase, Always a man with a bit of clout, Then angel shy silence 'Always a man' Doctors Orders. O'Reily@21082014
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Such potential space navigating technologically intriguing dreamers thinkers lovers Killers destroyers fighters haters If you see potential then nurture it If you're in space the see it If you create technology then create for good If you are a dreamer then dream big If you're a thinker then think of new If you're a lover then love all If you must **** then **** stereotypes If you must destroy the discrimination If you must fight then fight to be free If you must hate then hate war
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
craig-harrison
Human
Such potential space navigating technologically intriguing dreamers thinkers lovers Killers destroyers fighters haters If you see potential then nurture it If you're in space the see it If you create technology then create for good If you are a dreamer then dream big If you're a thinker then think of new If you're a lover then love all If you must **** then **** stereotypes If you must destroy the discrimination If you must fight then fight to be free If you must hate then hate war
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Living under time management ideas As if the decision was ours Night time seems never ideal No time to question  schedules or hours Insomnia has chosen me Ignoring these standards And if it was on me To chose her or not And if I had the power To decide my living fate I would still be married to her Because insomnia keeps you awake She loves your eyelashes Moving up and down What else could I choose other than those who love me? And insomnia will keep you awake No intention to bother, maybe No intention to creep down your tense shoulders And still I would choose her Sans hesitation No other temptation Because Night time is for the hungry Night time won’t tell you you are wasting time Night time is the ring insomnia carried the day she proposed And so I sometimes wear the ring It’s cold and simple Nothing interesting for those who have decided to dream with their eyes closed But to me, night time has no boundaries The ring fits us well The poets and the thinkers But beware because this ring is also carried by the harmful They steal the ring off a thinker once in a while They are silent and could be watching you Not owning their personal marriage to Insomnia Only thinking to commit selfish acts Waiting for you to forget about the ring and the vowel Waiting for you to manage the little time He’s told you own Beware of being awake too He could confuse you with the harmful man Because you are awake and only those who chose to ignore the imaginative scarcity of time are made to start a revolution for life So sleep tomorrow, or the next week Because tonight is all you have guaranteed as your thinking time.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
EloisaChance
Insomnia
Living under time management ideas As if the decision was ours Night time seems never ideal No time to question  schedules or hours Insomnia has chosen me Ignoring these standards And if it was on me To chose her or not And if I had the power To decide my living fate I would still be married to her Because insomnia keeps you awake She loves your eyelashes Moving up and down What else could I choose other than those who love me? And insomnia will keep you awake No intention to bother, maybe No intention to creep down your tense shoulders And still I would choose her Sans hesitation No other temptation Because Night time is for the hungry Night time won’t tell you you are wasting time Night time is the ring insomnia carried the day she proposed And so I sometimes wear the ring It’s cold and simple Nothing interesting for those who have decided to dream with their eyes closed But to me, night time has no boundaries The ring fits us well The poets and the thinkers But beware because this ring is also carried by the harmful They steal the ring off a thinker once in a while They are silent and could be watching you Not owning their personal marriage to Insomnia Only thinking to commit selfish acts Waiting for you to forget about the ring and the vowel Waiting for you to manage the little time He’s told you own Beware of being awake too He could confuse you with the harmful man Because you are awake and only those who chose to ignore the imaginative scarcity of time are made to start a revolution for life So sleep tomorrow, or the next week Because tonight is all you have guaranteed as your thinking time.
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Dear Santa all i want for Christmas is a penny lover a women that enjoys the small things in life the lincolns instead of the benjamins thrift instead of trendy peanut butter instead of steak my bottom shelf written poems instead of polish the small things in life, Santa the small things is that too much to ask for your gift to me sans the star spangled spangled the fireworks the silver, glitter and confetti i would endear can you help me Santa i dream i dream real a simple snowfall me with her on the bunny trail doing the bunny hop later sharing a hot cocoa borrowing heat, and time Santa in my dream i can see my mirror a pincher a thinker wrapped pretty maybe in ancient ski gear and attire but together and maybe in love santa, in retrospect i ask for a lot because my heart would be filled Merry Christmas Logan Robertson 12/3/17
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
logan-robertson
Dear Santa
Dear Santa all i want for Christmas is a penny lover a women that enjoys the small things in life the lincolns instead of the benjamins thrift instead of trendy peanut butter instead of steak my bottom shelf written poems instead of polish the small things in life, Santa the small things is that too much to ask for your gift to me sans the star spangled spangled the fireworks the silver, glitter and confetti i would endear can you help me Santa i dream i dream real a simple snowfall me with her on the bunny trail doing the bunny hop later sharing a hot cocoa borrowing heat, and time Santa in my dream i can see my mirror a pincher a thinker wrapped pretty maybe in ancient ski gear and attire but together and maybe in love santa, in retrospect i ask for a lot because my heart would be filled Merry Christmas Logan Robertson 12/3/17
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An Open Letter to Really Important People                      The Old Dime Box, Texas Statement            A Manifesto Made Manifest in Manifesting Manifestingness We post this serious looking document Bloated with long vocabulary words Sodden with weak dependent clauses Marshaled in numbered ranks, down, down they go To the GossipNet all serious like And everyone has to pay attention to us Because it’s AN OPEN LETTER, y’know - You may sign it if you’ve got letters behind your name Signatories: Apostle-Disciple Magic Dawn, DD., Non-Binary, Author of Green Polar Bears I Am, Co-Equal-Director of the Anti-Oppressionist Theatre Against the Occupation, Agent of the Revolution, Auteur, Guest on The Wheel of Fortune and Parent of Two AMAZING children of indeterminate Gender with Their AWESOME and AMAZING Life-Partner Sven-Marie. Massive Ferguson, M.Ed., Poet, Rector of Admissions, The University of Where the Old Circuit City Use to Be Poncy Tworbst, M.A., PUBLISHED Author, Seeker, Inspirational Singer-Songwriter, PUBLISHED Heather-Mistee La’ Thwitte-Tworbst, Ph.D., Director of Library Resources at Saint Margaret ****** Homeschool Resource Authority Collective, Inc., Certified Ordained Consecrated Priest in The Worldwide Church of Me-ness and Pastor of the World-Famous Weddings ‘R’ Us Chapel of Rainbow Dreams in Magdalena, New Mexico Lawrence Hall, HSG, Thinker of Thinky-Ness and, Like, Stuff, Endowed Chair he found at Goodwill, His Mark: X (Sean Ian Johann Johnson, MBA, J.D., Chief Photocopier Operator at Donald Trump University and Fashion Editor at Gun, God, and Guts Magazine, was not able to sign today; he is sharing a cell with other White House staff and patiently awaiting The Day of Greatness.)
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
lawrence-hall
An Open Letter to Really Important People / The Old Dime Box, Texas Statement
An Open Letter to Really Important People                      The Old Dime Box, Texas Statement            A Manifesto Made Manifest in Manifesting Manifestingness We post this serious looking document Bloated with long vocabulary words Sodden with weak dependent clauses Marshaled in numbered ranks, down, down they go To the GossipNet all serious like And everyone has to pay attention to us Because it’s AN OPEN LETTER, y’know - You may sign it if you’ve got letters behind your name Signatories: Apostle-Disciple Magic Dawn, DD., Non-Binary, Author of Green Polar Bears I Am, Co-Equal-Director of the Anti-Oppressionist Theatre Against the Occupation, Agent of the Revolution, Auteur, Guest on The Wheel of Fortune and Parent of Two AMAZING children of indeterminate Gender with Their AWESOME and AMAZING Life-Partner Sven-Marie. Massive Ferguson, M.Ed., Poet, Rector of Admissions, The University of Where the Old Circuit City Use to Be Poncy Tworbst, M.A., PUBLISHED Author, Seeker, Inspirational Singer-Songwriter, PUBLISHED Heather-Mistee La’ Thwitte-Tworbst, Ph.D., Director of Library Resources at Saint Margaret ****** Homeschool Resource Authority Collective, Inc., Certified Ordained Consecrated Priest in The Worldwide Church of Me-ness and Pastor of the World-Famous Weddings ‘R’ Us Chapel of Rainbow Dreams in Magdalena, New Mexico Lawrence Hall, HSG, Thinker of Thinky-Ness and, Like, Stuff, Endowed Chair he found at Goodwill, His Mark: X (Sean Ian Johann Johnson, MBA, J.D., Chief Photocopier Operator at Donald Trump University and Fashion Editor at Gun, God, and Guts Magazine, was not able to sign today; he is sharing a cell with other White House staff and patiently awaiting The Day of Greatness.)
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Yes, I am a thinker But it isn't always a blessing, because my thoughts are like the sea: Keep pulling me down I can't help but question every little thing Sometimes I'm in need of air Wanting to reach the surface but I am not a good swimmer
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
lulumei96
Deep Sea
Yes, I am a thinker But it isn't always a blessing, because my thoughts are like the sea: Keep pulling me down I can't help but question every little thing Sometimes I'm in need of air Wanting to reach the surface but I am not a good swimmer
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Read random books And take some pics Eat bacon, soup and.. oh a Sandwich Add it to your story And add stickers, lips Drive a BMW and sing a silly song Of? Not even the words of Your "speachless" mind Don't forget to talk out loud Start a live While going out, mad Add "thinker" to your bio pretend You're different than the others, oh not my dear lad! Eww Go to the gym Take pics of your body,  Hola! Isn't that a dream? Make some more friends Then make them cry For your fake pains Dance with the "kiki" song Post it somewhere (mostly to girls) Make sure You are walking on *** son Send follow requests to some **** barbie girls Do not accept guests, and make fun of  fat nerds That's your life Bro! Did I ever protest?
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Thatpoetqaf
Insta Lad
Read random books And take some pics Eat bacon, soup and.. oh a Sandwich Add it to your story And add stickers, lips Drive a BMW and sing a silly song Of? Not even the words of Your "speachless" mind Don't forget to talk out loud Start a live While going out, mad Add "thinker" to your bio pretend You're different than the others, oh not my dear lad! Eww Go to the gym Take pics of your body,  Hola! Isn't that a dream? Make some more friends Then make them cry For your fake pains Dance with the "kiki" song Post it somewhere (mostly to girls) Make sure You are walking on *** son Send follow requests to some **** barbie girls Do not accept guests, and make fun of  fat nerds That's your life Bro! Did I ever protest?
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I am not a writer. I am not good with words, I cannot speak up for myself, It is my pen that bleed words. No amount of convincing can give me conviction. No amount of clarification can make that distinction. Please refrain from using titles. I am not a writer. I am just a dreamer, Dreaming dreams of inverted galaxies Where complexities are reduced to simplicity, And maybe love wouldn't be so complicated. I dream of a world where I'll be unchained and liberated, Because currently freedom is hard to go by. I am not a writer. I am just another over thinker, I stay up all night disassembling the world, So I can put it back together. Adding new features that I think will make it better I get lost in thoughts, and day-mares, fantasies and others, I obsess and I always suffer. I am not a writer. Though sometimes I am photographer, Snapping, Close ups and selfies of my terrible mind. Giving glints of places you won't usually find, All because I write sometimes.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
deneka-raquel
I am not a writer
I am not a writer. I am not good with words, I cannot speak up for myself, It is my pen that bleed words. No amount of convincing can give me conviction. No amount of clarification can make that distinction. Please refrain from using titles. I am not a writer. I am just a dreamer, Dreaming dreams of inverted galaxies Where complexities are reduced to simplicity, And maybe love wouldn't be so complicated. I dream of a world where I'll be unchained and liberated, Because currently freedom is hard to go by. I am not a writer. I am just another over thinker, I stay up all night disassembling the world, So I can put it back together. Adding new features that I think will make it better I get lost in thoughts, and day-mares, fantasies and others, I obsess and I always suffer. I am not a writer. Though sometimes I am photographer, Snapping, Close ups and selfies of my terrible mind. Giving glints of places you won't usually find, All because I write sometimes.
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I am not the amount of likes my selfies get. I am not the amount of heads that turn when I walk into a room. I am not the amount of makeup I wear. I am not the weight I gain or loose. I am not the brands I have. I am none of that. But I'll tell you what I am... I'm a thinker. I'm a writer. I'm a fighter. I'm my faith. I'm my laughter. I'm a sister. I'm a friend. I'm shy. I'm smart. And I'm still learning that what matters is what's inside my heart.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
anonymouswasawoman
Identity
I am not the amount of likes my selfies get. I am not the amount of heads that turn when I walk into a room. I am not the amount of makeup I wear. I am not the weight I gain or loose. I am not the brands I have. I am none of that. But I'll tell you what I am... I'm a thinker. I'm a writer. I'm a fighter. I'm my faith. I'm my laughter. I'm a sister. I'm a friend. I'm shy. I'm smart. And I'm still learning that what matters is what's inside my heart.
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"You can join our group," he says, "But only if you look everyone in the eyes." I freeze. Surely he is aware by now that the words Autism Spectrum Disorder In my chart were not placed there for fun? Surely he is aware by now that finger twitching, body rocking, gaze avoiding Are not for my frivolous pleasure? Surely he is aware by now the absurdity of what he asks? I am autistic. Burning irritation of the eyes and panic aside, Staring creepily into another human's eyeballs Would render group a waste of time, no possibility to listen. He knows this. It is his prejudice that keeps him rooted to the spot. I can feel the weight of his expectations boring into my forehead. Explaining what it is to ask this of me, I remind him that drawing this line would be excluding me because Of my autism. I tell him he would be losing a valuable participant, A deep thinker, a creator, an avid listener. I tell him he would be discriminating, That I am protected by law. Oh, no. He budges not, For he does not dislike autistic humans So long as they act like they are Neurotypical, So long as I pretend to be Someone I am not.
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
PoetFromAnotherPlanet
On Being Autistic
"You can join our group," he says, "But only if you look everyone in the eyes." I freeze. Surely he is aware by now that the words Autism Spectrum Disorder In my chart were not placed there for fun? Surely he is aware by now that finger twitching, body rocking, gaze avoiding Are not for my frivolous pleasure? Surely he is aware by now the absurdity of what he asks? I am autistic. Burning irritation of the eyes and panic aside, Staring creepily into another human's eyeballs Would render group a waste of time, no possibility to listen. He knows this. It is his prejudice that keeps him rooted to the spot. I can feel the weight of his expectations boring into my forehead. Explaining what it is to ask this of me, I remind him that drawing this line would be excluding me because Of my autism. I tell him he would be losing a valuable participant, A deep thinker, a creator, an avid listener. I tell him he would be discriminating, That I am protected by law. Oh, no. He budges not, For he does not dislike autistic humans So long as they act like they are Neurotypical, So long as I pretend to be Someone I am not.
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Success can only take place if you have fulfilled achievement You must think positive in voice Later incorporating your own concepts being your choice The Graduation Cap being your thinker Your Graduation Gown being the Copper and Gold Ticker Education that took time Research, Lectures and Concepts that were all combined You learned discipline in what it takes to succeed It’s all up to you in how you will proceed Education gave you the tools of solution base As you leave the school for the final time you have become the institution trace You are the pride and honor of any school Yet you will be the asset and the fine tool Your eye on endeavors But it’s no time to sit back sliver This will be your time to deliver Think wise and be clever However, there is no word being never Step up means step out Always hold your head up Dignity being your pursuit There will be times when struggles come through Education and Education alone would have shown you in what to do A moment being your time Having a smile will be just fine But never forget during while Your life has just begun, but think theory and beyond Education was like an endless mile, but it involved understanding during while Remember, education is an continuing entity in being ahead and sustaining the learning process Knowing when Establishing how But use all the resources from education Careers are chosen categories But you will become the new success story Your far off has reached today Yet these will be the words you might say “I have achieved even when I had doubt, but education helped me see my potential, and I know I can excel”.
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
preservationman
INSPIRATION FROM THE COMMENCEMENT CAP AND GOWN
Success can only take place if you have fulfilled achievement You must think positive in voice Later incorporating your own concepts being your choice The Graduation Cap being your thinker Your Graduation Gown being the Copper and Gold Ticker Education that took time Research, Lectures and Concepts that were all combined You learned discipline in what it takes to succeed It’s all up to you in how you will proceed Education gave you the tools of solution base As you leave the school for the final time you have become the institution trace You are the pride and honor of any school Yet you will be the asset and the fine tool Your eye on endeavors But it’s no time to sit back sliver This will be your time to deliver Think wise and be clever However, there is no word being never Step up means step out Always hold your head up Dignity being your pursuit There will be times when struggles come through Education and Education alone would have shown you in what to do A moment being your time Having a smile will be just fine But never forget during while Your life has just begun, but think theory and beyond Education was like an endless mile, but it involved understanding during while Remember, education is an continuing entity in being ahead and sustaining the learning process Knowing when Establishing how But use all the resources from education Careers are chosen categories But you will become the new success story Your far off has reached today Yet these will be the words you might say “I have achieved even when I had doubt, but education helped me see my potential, and I know I can excel”.
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I am 6.3 miles from home on an 11:30 night stuck worrying about the same thing of perspective. The way I feel about you has driven deeper than casket nails in the past 10 hours. I know 3 weeks of my time will be a Friday night to you. Maybe it's more lopsided than my asymmetrical eyes, but these emotions go unrequited because of someone who is not me. It's nothing of your persona, only your perfect idea. A philosopher doesn't fall for the thinker, only the thought. You're the vessel of my one flawless mental creation that came as a broken jar in an antique clay shop. I could have been born decades earlier and I still wouldn't have made it in time to tear you from something you never had to be attached to. But now as I clarify my final statement on engineers and metal pieces, does the idea of me linger more heavily in her mind than yours in mine? I need a new appraisal and I've got 3 weeks and 18 miles. I have no expectations but I expect the world from you.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
colin-omalley
summer camp, alone
I am 6.3 miles from home on an 11:30 night stuck worrying about the same thing of perspective. The way I feel about you has driven deeper than casket nails in the past 10 hours. I know 3 weeks of my time will be a Friday night to you. Maybe it's more lopsided than my asymmetrical eyes, but these emotions go unrequited because of someone who is not me. It's nothing of your persona, only your perfect idea. A philosopher doesn't fall for the thinker, only the thought. You're the vessel of my one flawless mental creation that came as a broken jar in an antique clay shop. I could have been born decades earlier and I still wouldn't have made it in time to tear you from something you never had to be attached to. But now as I clarify my final statement on engineers and metal pieces, does the idea of me linger more heavily in her mind than yours in mine? I need a new appraisal and I've got 3 weeks and 18 miles. I have no expectations but I expect the world from you.
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I'll be your raindrop if you'll be my window pane or I'll be your wet blouse if you're caught in the rain Be my asylum and I'll be your criminally insane and I'll be your stock options if you'll be my net gain If you were my trap I'd cordially be your reeking dead mouse or I could be your wrap-a-round porch if you'd be my creeking old house I'll be your idiot if you'll be my quick thinker and You can be my Bud Lite, I'll be your binge drinker I'll be your loser you can be my laughing hyena or You can be my cougar and I'll gladly be your half-dead zebra Be my ****** predator I will be your self-defense class or I'll be your censorship and you can just be your own **** ***
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Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 11:08 AM UTC
david-badgerow
Be My Cougar
I'll be your raindrop if you'll be my window pane or I'll be your wet blouse if you're caught in the rain Be my asylum and I'll be your criminally insane and I'll be your stock options if you'll be my net gain If you were my trap I'd cordially be your reeking dead mouse or I could be your wrap-a-round porch if you'd be my creeking old house I'll be your idiot if you'll be my quick thinker and You can be my Bud Lite, I'll be your binge drinker I'll be your loser you can be my laughing hyena or You can be my cougar and I'll gladly be your half-dead zebra Be my ****** predator I will be your self-defense class or I'll be your censorship and you can just be your own **** ***
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So I've been thinking lately What if he's on a journey out to find himself reading Hemingway and Emerson (his namesake) and roughing it at Walden Pond smoking foreign cigars and staring deep into coffee to decipher the meaning of the swirls of smoke that rise from it in the morning? What if he's asking ChaCha! the meaning of life or trying out a new brand of shampoo or attempting to set a high score on Tetris or out burning down bridges just to see them ablaze or doing volunteer work, reading to disabled children at the local library? What if he's decided that this is all too much, that he'd prefer to live in anonymity trading his celebrity for secretarial work or carrot-harvesting or breeding exotic fish or renting out those inflatable jumping-castles? What if he's tired of all those books in Technicolor all the paparazzi out to get him and commercialize his favorite beanie just because he's on vacation because he pulled some strings at the office thus catapulting him into some movie set halfway across the world? What if he's sick and tired of them hunting down his girlfriend his dog that random wizard mentor guy that's a deadringer for Dumbledore? What if he would rather sit at home and watch the Game Show Network and change his name to something boring like John instead of living up to a thinker's expectations? Or maybe just the opposite, he's just watching Family Feud to pass the time because he WANTS to be a thinker but doesn't know how? Or maybe Family Feud just makes him lonely because he doesn't have a real family, just that evil guy with funny glasses and ****** hair and an awful Hamburglar taste in clothes? What if he's decided he's on the wrong path and needs to turn his life around? What if Waldo doesn't want to be found?
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Dec 22, 2009
Dec 22, 2009 at 6:05 PM UTC
bailey-b
Namesake.
So I've been thinking lately What if he's on a journey out to find himself reading Hemingway and Emerson (his namesake) and roughing it at Walden Pond smoking foreign cigars and staring deep into coffee to decipher the meaning of the swirls of smoke that rise from it in the morning? What if he's asking ChaCha! the meaning of life or trying out a new brand of shampoo or attempting to set a high score on Tetris or out burning down bridges just to see them ablaze or doing volunteer work, reading to disabled children at the local library? What if he's decided that this is all too much, that he'd prefer to live in anonymity trading his celebrity for secretarial work or carrot-harvesting or breeding exotic fish or renting out those inflatable jumping-castles? What if he's tired of all those books in Technicolor all the paparazzi out to get him and commercialize his favorite beanie just because he's on vacation because he pulled some strings at the office thus catapulting him into some movie set halfway across the world? What if he's sick and tired of them hunting down his girlfriend his dog that random wizard mentor guy that's a deadringer for Dumbledore? What if he would rather sit at home and watch the Game Show Network and change his name to something boring like John instead of living up to a thinker's expectations? Or maybe just the opposite, he's just watching Family Feud to pass the time because he WANTS to be a thinker but doesn't know how? Or maybe Family Feud just makes him lonely because he doesn't have a real family, just that evil guy with funny glasses and ****** hair and an awful Hamburglar taste in clothes? What if he's decided he's on the wrong path and needs to turn his life around? What if Waldo doesn't want to be found?
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1. I was outside shoveling horse **** considering the more **** I piled up, the less you'd deal with when you came home. 2.  I woke up every night at 2, unfamiliar to having the bed all to myself, curled around a pillow like a buoy far from shore, sea sick in the choppy water, my vision reduced to abstract smudges. I focused on what must have been your silhouette as I gulped cups of salty water half a mile into the ocean, exhausted and drowning. 3. Medicinal marijuana alleviates  anxiety. I won't swear on depression, I believe, there are four types of depression. Blue dreams are most desirable, every day for 8 months. 4. You've probably seen this desktop orb that captures electrical currents, so when you touch it with your fingers violet bolts ignite against your glass fingerprint. With this light, 2 a.m. I scoop the sandman's hash into my pipe so i can get some rest from my past who caught up to me a few days ago. 5. Dreamer. Heartbreaker. Deep thinker. No harm has come -- to--- you. 6. When it gets dark again, run baby run. Spin around with my eyes on his, reveal the wreck behind my lids, at the thought of losing him, not to another woman, but to Fate. Hold him tight. Make love like you mean it, not to **** but to tie two hearts together as they bleed. It's bloodstains on the white sheets, two people loved here like death sat by the dinner table, waiting on his appetizer.   7. The cruel morning illuminates his naked body as he slept. I cried because I didn't know if dreamed of pleasing me. Why did I let things I couldn't control worry me?
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
antoinettebrandt
Hide and Seek
1. I was outside shoveling horse **** considering the more **** I piled up, the less you'd deal with when you came home. 2.  I woke up every night at 2, unfamiliar to having the bed all to myself, curled around a pillow like a buoy far from shore, sea sick in the choppy water, my vision reduced to abstract smudges. I focused on what must have been your silhouette as I gulped cups of salty water half a mile into the ocean, exhausted and drowning. 3. Medicinal marijuana alleviates  anxiety. I won't swear on depression, I believe, there are four types of depression. Blue dreams are most desirable, every day for 8 months. 4. You've probably seen this desktop orb that captures electrical currents, so when you touch it with your fingers violet bolts ignite against your glass fingerprint. With this light, 2 a.m. I scoop the sandman's hash into my pipe so i can get some rest from my past who caught up to me a few days ago. 5. Dreamer. Heartbreaker. Deep thinker. No harm has come -- to--- you. 6. When it gets dark again, run baby run. Spin around with my eyes on his, reveal the wreck behind my lids, at the thought of losing him, not to another woman, but to Fate. Hold him tight. Make love like you mean it, not to **** but to tie two hearts together as they bleed. It's bloodstains on the white sheets, two people loved here like death sat by the dinner table, waiting on his appetizer.   7. The cruel morning illuminates his naked body as he slept. I cried because I didn't know if dreamed of pleasing me. Why did I let things I couldn't control worry me?
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a bodhisattva can fly a thinker can sink a buddha can be happiness an existentialist can try to disprove it on a walk, a stroll on a path littered with questions, a man asks himself ‘why?’ on that walk, a woman answers ‘there is no ‘why?” while swimming, she drowns and asks ‘what is death?’ during that swim, a fish answers ‘there is no ‘death?” while sleeping, the fish asks ‘who am i?’ in that dream, i answer ‘there is no ‘i” while living, i ask ‘what is it to be happy?’ during that life, the sky answers ‘there is no ‘happiness” i said ‘thank you. thank you, sky. you are too kind’ i will breathe you up and know that there is nothing. i will be content. nothing.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
zach-willett
existentialism is a slippery slope, but i’m on the plateau which is buddhism.
a bodhisattva can fly a thinker can sink a buddha can be happiness an existentialist can try to disprove it on a walk, a stroll on a path littered with questions, a man asks himself ‘why?’ on that walk, a woman answers ‘there is no ‘why?” while swimming, she drowns and asks ‘what is death?’ during that swim, a fish answers ‘there is no ‘death?” while sleeping, the fish asks ‘who am i?’ in that dream, i answer ‘there is no ‘i” while living, i ask ‘what is it to be happy?’ during that life, the sky answers ‘there is no ‘happiness” i said ‘thank you. thank you, sky. you are too kind’ i will breathe you up and know that there is nothing. i will be content. nothing.
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**life is a chain of choices and chances yOu have to make 'EM and take 'EM if yOu don't STAND for something yOu'll fall for anything** **when yOu SET your GOAL yOu Feed your SOUL** ***life shouldn't be measured by breaths taken but by the times life takes your breath away*** *put a SmiLe on some ones fACe today take pride in knowing yOu put it there* **I THINK therefore I AM over qualified and that's why yOu work here** **NO it's not ignorance nor arrogance I'M just smarter than yOu** **DO not belieVe or eVen read eVery word that I haVe written Do NOT believe everything yOu think** ***remember yOu are special, just like everyone else remember to take your smart pills and STOP pretending to be STUPID,        that's just DUMB*** **that's Mr. AzzHOLE to yOu (ays - oh - lay) it's Esperanto and YES it is part of my charm, thanks for asking** ***the dAy DreAm is the free thinKer's nighTmaRe what do yOu thinK?         NeVer MiND*** **perjury murdered imagination, without an ASSULT rifle, without 2nd amendment RIGHTS, without maSS media or an iNterNet CoNNectioN** **it's NOT what yOu accomplish it's what yOu OVER come** **I didn't say it was your FAULT I said I was going to BLAME yOu** ***life is like SkiPPing with a Peg leG at night it's like Sleeping with SciSSorS*** HAVE FUN *if you feel offended by this please read again with your name in each rant, then take two (2) smart pills and go back to sleep* hehehe
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
warner-baxter
i can rant I SAID I CAN RANT
**life is a chain of choices and chances yOu have to make 'EM and take 'EM if yOu don't STAND for something yOu'll fall for anything** **when yOu SET your GOAL yOu Feed your SOUL** ***life shouldn't be measured by breaths taken but by the times life takes your breath away*** *put a SmiLe on some ones fACe today take pride in knowing yOu put it there* **I THINK therefore I AM over qualified and that's why yOu work here** **NO it's not ignorance nor arrogance I'M just smarter than yOu** **DO not belieVe or eVen read eVery word that I haVe written Do NOT believe everything yOu think** ***remember yOu are special, just like everyone else remember to take your smart pills and STOP pretending to be STUPID,        that's just DUMB*** **that's Mr. AzzHOLE to yOu (ays - oh - lay) it's Esperanto and YES it is part of my charm, thanks for asking** ***the dAy DreAm is the free thinKer's nighTmaRe what do yOu thinK?         NeVer MiND*** **perjury murdered imagination, without an ASSULT rifle, without 2nd amendment RIGHTS, without maSS media or an iNterNet CoNNectioN** **it's NOT what yOu accomplish it's what yOu OVER come** **I didn't say it was your FAULT I said I was going to BLAME yOu** ***life is like SkiPPing with a Peg leG at night it's like Sleeping with SciSSorS*** HAVE FUN *if you feel offended by this please read again with your name in each rant, then take two (2) smart pills and go back to sleep* hehehe
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Some men seek flesh which does not belong to them. Others, gold, or colored paper worn extraordinarily thin. Still others covet gadgets and toys that tinker. Some merely are after the liberty to be a free-thinker. While I see the value of gold and liberty, One will grow old, while the other is found in tranquility. So then, as I sojourn, my eyes are set on the Trinity. And because of the pity of Divinity, I am already a citizen of that unseen city.
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
FSAntemesaris
Sojourner
Some men seek flesh which does not belong to them. Others, gold, or colored paper worn extraordinarily thin. Still others covet gadgets and toys that tinker. Some merely are after the liberty to be a free-thinker. While I see the value of gold and liberty, One will grow old, while the other is found in tranquility. So then, as I sojourn, my eyes are set on the Trinity. And because of the pity of Divinity, I am already a citizen of that unseen city.
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There is nothing more than a photographers dream than a sunset over a blue clear river. Its just on the beauty but the peace you must feel Your heart melting to the golden glow of the sun. But its not of the view to some anyone could a have a a van to take the love of art But must don't feel the fullness of the work There is nothing to a sports players dream to win every day The fans yelling your name and calling you the because after every goal Its the beat of the music to get you going Notes after the other and tap of your foot to keep the play No story to write itsself but the holders mind The wonder on the world and people that say its home The teaching of each lesson to the kids that have brains The thinker to the doer. You see there are more to what it seems It all has its flaws But they are all the same It makes you happy. By Me
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
kimmie-shultis
The happy dream
There is nothing more than a photographers dream than a sunset over a blue clear river. Its just on the beauty but the peace you must feel Your heart melting to the golden glow of the sun. But its not of the view to some anyone could a have a a van to take the love of art But must don't feel the fullness of the work There is nothing to a sports players dream to win every day The fans yelling your name and calling you the because after every goal Its the beat of the music to get you going Notes after the other and tap of your foot to keep the play No story to write itsself but the holders mind The wonder on the world and people that say its home The teaching of each lesson to the kids that have brains The thinker to the doer. You see there are more to what it seems It all has its flaws But they are all the same It makes you happy. By Me
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