OPEN MIC ENCORE III - The Dark Side
Grey skies, cold nights.
Arguments, unnecessary fights.
Hitting, cussing, slapping, kicks.
Being called a whore, a slut, a bitch.
Don't they realize what they're doing to me?
Of course they don't, all they see,
Is a stupid, defenseless, vulnerable bitch.
Maybe they should take a look at my wrists.
Then they would see the damage they've done.
Don't you get it? I'm hurt, I'm broken, you've won.
Is your goal to completely destroy,
My self-esteem, I'm not your fucking toy.
You've successfully killed my confidence.
The risks involved you didn't sense.
You don't give a shit that every night,
I fucking cut myself with a kitchen knife.
When writing a suicide note, the last thing I'd do,
I realized I had no one to write to.
So I blew it off, who'd care if I died?
I'm just another f#cking suicide.
There's a wild wind outside
Darkness and pouring rain
I wanna hide by someone's side
To lessen my growing pain
Endless night, hardly ever seen day
It seems I could never break this invisible chain. *
RED STAINED ROAD
Standing on a roof so high
Flowing wind and blood red sky
Fear of death has left my mind
Happiness we'll never find
I close my eyes and see your face
Reminds me of my greatest shame
You rejected a good friend
Now I know the pain
And I'll make it end
Anyway I can
Looking at the concrete ground
Hordes of people form a crowd
But they don't know the pain I feel
I wonder if their concerns are real
No one ever cared for me
So why would you think I'd believe
That you cared about my pain
You don't know my fight
But I'm gonna leave my stain
In the street tonight
Secrets In A Home
Crying silently as I sit in my bed,
All alone in the house where secrets arenít said.
I grip my pillow tight with fear,
As I see car lights slowly appear.
The door opens and mommy comes in,
With a bruise on her arm and a scratch on her chin.
Daddy slams the door, I see anger in his eye,
I know heís been drinking, I hear mommy cry.
I quickly lay down in my bed,
And pulled the thin covers up to my head.
I try not to cry with all of my might,
So maybe Iíll get just one whipping tonight.
I hear daddy footsteps coming near,
I silently pray as I hold back the tears.
The door opens and daddy comes in,
My breath starts to stagger, this is where it begins.
I lied there for a while too scared to move,
Maybe this time he will leave the room.
Minutes passed and I thought he was gone.
I turned my head to look but I was wrong.
He comes towards my bed and I hear mommyís cries,
I made the mistake of opening my eyes.
He throws off the covers and drags me out of bed,
I feel the hard blows on the back of my head.
He shouts harsh words with my arm in his clutch,
He says Iím the reason that he suffers so much.
He tells me he hates me, that Iím a disgrace,
I hear myself cry as his hand slaps my face.
He slaps and hits me some more,
I get my arm free and run to the door.
I canít run fast enough and I trip and fall,
Daddy picks me up and throws me against the wall.
It hurts so much, please donít let there be more!
I scream and I cry as I lay numb on the floor.
ďIím sorry,Ē I scream, but pleading doesnít work,
He continues to hit me and yell hateful words.
I scream out in pain, blood running down my back,
But now I canít see, everything is black.
I faintly hear mommy scream my name,
I wanted to tell her it was okay, I donít feel anymore pain.
I try to say, ďI promise Iíll be better and Iím sorry Iím so ugly!Ē
And maybe daddy would love me and still want to hug me.
But I canít speak a word or no longer breathe,
My short life has ended, tonight my daddy killed me.
DIRT CHEAP REALITY
we drown in pools of dreams
attempting to return unscathed
from nightmares disguised as reality
a present that is dirty-unbathed
with frequent trips to insanity
all the fellows on the block asking me
"when is the end?" "what is the government
up to?" And I just turn away
Lead astray by my own ambitions
They can't seem to see the pain's inhibitions
A man's restriction to speak-
yet I still speak
to a whole body of individuals
just like Richard Pryor
with a foul mouth
I speak sometimes with peace as my theme
blasted by critics that seek my end
without a friend
drowning in a pool of dreams
who in their right mind
can persuade me to believe
Flowin Full Throttle
Comin apart at the seams
Tried to crawl in a bottle,
It poured my insecurities down my throat
Now i watch the scene,
And it shows me my flaws
A reflection of hate and despise
From all th eyes on me
The air getting thin
My blood boils in my brain
Everyday reliving my pain to the world
Open sores on my soul
Built these walls for my sanity
Lock myself away for my safety
Bar the door never leaving again
Private prison is my comfort zone
Keys to mental locks melted into bullets
Self influenced misery is all i know
A grin and a smile hide the truth
Former self murdered by the new me
Still too blind to see the light
So here I lay beneath the ruins of my life
Beaten, tortured, and scarred
Kept down by shortcomings I create
Strife has been a good friend since birth
"You're fake" they all say
she's calm outside
the guys push her away
she's calm outside
little do they
that at home
she lets go inside her head
and weeps w/ all her might
she's still calm outside
"Look at how happy she is" they all say
she hurts inside
"She must be like this everyday"
she hurts inside
little do they know
its all for show
in the morning
in her bed
she tells herself to get up inside her head
so she gets up adorning
drab old clothes
she hurts inside
but she's still calm outside
Shadows of known source seep into
darkness without want of sight.
Leading my paralyzed mind
thru decaying aisles of life.
Thought without conscious reason
punished by never ending pain.
Existing with perils perceived
pray for the peace of the inane.
"Nay! Even That crutch denied"
How then do I survive the fear.
The existence without life,
for all these horrible years.
Consumed by the shadows
as my blind misery unfolds.
I will breach the light of day
my horrid story never told.
A prayer for the darkness,
this guilty mind to conceal.
Can I survive another
and say nothing that is real.
Into the cage for all to see
You force-fed me humility
An internal scab you picked away
So it bled and bled every single day
But I'm the mistake your forced to hide
To look at you straight-faced and lie
I've got no place to call my home
Nor a father to call my own
It's not my fault, but you say it is
I'll just rot away into a million pieces
Festering with hate, my mental disease
Has taken over but the joke's on me
I'll sleep all day and cry all night
Just paralyze me so I won't put up a fight
But my blood will stain your hands
And put you into a Satanic trance
You'll eat your own flesh and want to die
But you'll be guided by my blood-shot eyes
A reason to keep me on your leash
Will eventually kill your reason to be
Chewing open a brand new wound
Eyes will stare when you leave the room
Your defenses have been torn down
mental wall no longer surrounds
Brick by brick
Your wall goes down
Fill up on water; let yourself drown
Emotions attack like lions on the prey
In this room you will not stay
Why stay in a room where the air's so thick you had to break it up
With one of your bricks
You then fall into yourself again
Was it fun to be exposed for all to see?
Was you mind telling me?
Was it fun having your pride destroyed?
Was it fun to be society's toy?
In the Mind's Eye
When I close my eyes
I enter a world I know too well,
A world full of torture and unending pain.
I am bound to this place
by my father's hand
and the emotional turmoil
I will never be set free from.
It will always be there
baiting me to remember
the horrors of my childhood yet again.
The cuts and bruises
burned scars into my flesh and soul.
The days spent trying to get away
and the nights spent at my father's hand.
Beating me, touching me, raping me,
letting me slowly die inside
without even a second thought.
The girl who once was innocent
became a pawn in his game
of wrath and destruction.
Shame pierces my body
like a newly sharpened knife.
Shame from what he did,
shame from not stopping him.
I can see the helplessness and fear
in my little one's eyes,
I want to hold her,
but she is out of my reach,
so she just stands there and cries.
She is the one it happened to.
She is the one who was shamed.
She is the one who stayed silent,
and let this go on day after day.
One day I will hold her
and love her with all of my heart,
but for now she will stay
in the corners of my mind,
and only be seen
when I close my eyes.
i think i just need to rest a while.
i think, i think i just need to sit back and relax.
all this shit is going on, and is there anything to be done
one step begins a journey
but i feel like i'm walking in circles
the hamster on the wheel knows how i feel.
and my head is hurting
from the constantness
of it all.
catch me if i fall.
BY: JENNIE RICHARD
I see these kids
Playing outside in the snow.
When I notice this little
Girl. She looks the same
As all the other kids.
But she has a more free
Sense to her. She is lying
In the snow making snow
Angels. Looking up in the
Sky. She looks like she
Lost something up there.
Then she stands up and
Just starts to twirl.
While she is trying to
Catch snowflakes in
Her mouth. She goes to run
To her mom and falls. She
Does not cry. She gets
Right back up with a
Big smile on her face.
Then I think to myself . . . . . .
I remember when I was
Free and happy like her.
Alone in the dark.
I am trying to mend together the pieces of my broken heart.
It's not fair that my world seems to be falling apart.
I never try to be something I'm not.
I will always remember the lessons in life that I am taught.
The tears are shining in my eyes.
You know now that I saw the moment of truth in your lies.
My smile has oddly enough turned into a frown.
Now that you're gone my world feels as if it was turned up side down.
I am never going to be able to change.
No matter how hard I try I will always stay the same.
No matter what you say my smile will never be real.
No matter how much I want to I can never express the way I feel.
By Sasha Pierce
Stephanie Marie Lynn
Fear, Anger, Depression.
For the moment we should feel one of the above.
Security, Tranquility, Hope.
These are the feelings we desire the most.
Mobility, Anxiety, Dismay.
Dealing with these has not proven to be easy.
Composure, Compassion, Conviction.
Conquering ourselves requires all three characteristics.
Three Holy Spirits, Three nails,
Three tools to conquer (Actions, Mind, and Soul).
Lifeís trinities are all around us.
Salvation, Faith, Love.
All are gifts from the greatest trinity of all.
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WILT.Little crumbs frustrate even the loudest moments.
Why am I not surprised
to wake each day
still dark, unrisen
sun, unheard birds
as I struggle to get a
trip over the
light of darkness
There is no longer
honor among thieves
they still hide aces
under their sleeves
where it doesn't show
I guessed her age
WAIT A MINUTE!
a no-no at one time
has changed all that
with weight watchers
I'm not surprised
in the least
killing siblings over a
video game...what a shame
kidnapped one day
around the way the
(and little sister couldn't say...)
hey...that was smart
I'm not surprised
lied to by an enemy
names in the sand
same storm...same desert
same crude dude in power
hey, what brand of glue
are you sniffin', pal
send in the troops
let 'em do their job
lob a few, let him stew
in the juices of his
cruelty to a nation: theirs
dying in pairs
I'm not surprised
France doing a
lazy ass dance
"Geeve zem a chaunce...
zen mor' defeczionez
n ezucazionez in the states
to terrorize us later
like Vader on steroids
without the heavy breathing
and James Earl Jones
I'm not surprised
and I'm not alone
war is hell and so is
death and stupidity
'the great satan,' they say
then burn our flag
play tag hoping we'll hide
and seek later
but the Creator's watchin'
and only He knows the time
I'm not surprised.
Hear Your Voice
It could happen any minute, any moment of the day.
God could say that it's your time and take your soul away.
You might not be ready; neither are your friends.
But it doesn't matter; this is the end.
As you look down from Heaven on friends and loved ones below,
You realize you weren't ready, you didn't want to go.
But it's too late now; you already made your choice.
And now they cry because they can't hear your voice.
You watch as your friends place a rose on your grave.
You notice that they're trying to be brave,
But their tears fall silently and so do yours.
As they lower you into the ground below
You hear a voice scream no
And realize it's yours as you start to sob and shake. . . .
It could happen any minute any moment of the day.
God could say that it's your time and take your soul away.,
But when you interfere, you make that deadly choice,
You leave behind those who wish
They could hear you voice. . . .
See the Sea
Full of fish
In the watery sky
Creatures who glow
Creatures who flow
A submarine jungle
An underwater desert
Of coral cactus
Plains of sand
A submarine world
See the Sea
The Difference Between You and I
- Kristen Steinhilber
All of them sit in a cluster
Even though there are many of them altogether
They might as well share a single brain
One sided views and opinions come naturally
Because this is what they have come accustomed to
Basically because itís a sin to be different around here
Itís nice how they just happen to think alike
How they all conveniently agree on each and every subject
That they so pointlessly discuss every moment of the day
Or so it seems
The same simple and rarely thought out decision
Is expressed by everyone but me
And of course Iím the Ďsinnerí or unusual one
Iím permanently detached by choice
I sit by my lonesome self in a corner
And I like it
Itís superior to following the rest of the herd of sheep
It seems to me like all of them are identical from every angle you view them
There has been a set code that must be carefully followed
Personality flaws have been outlawed, of course
Perfection is key and everything else is considered just wrong
Unfortunate for the Ďsinnersí I guess
As far as appearance is concerned
You might as well have cloned each one
Maybe you made copies and printed them out and pasted them on
Now I have to speak my mind
And say that whoever did this created a monster
Close to 7 billion monsters, if weíre getting technical
All running around just like Barbie and Ken would
You have a difficult time telling one from the other
And yet I stick out like a sore thumb
They point with their useless fingers
And use their jaded eyes to stare
Engaged in nothing of importance with blank expressions
On their faces that will someday be forgotten
And itís guaranteed that the Ďsinnersí will be remembered forever
And followers will regret all the years of strict routine
How they wasted their lives away for no other reason than to fit in
And the entire time making numerous attempts in vain
All just to blend in with the rest
By forcing themselves to become something else
Something insanely different from anything that they really are
IN SEARCH OF ME
- Sandra Mejia -
Lost in the search of finding me
a broken mirror, a reflection that is
Wondering if my faith in you will be enough
to lead me through winding roads and crooked
The mirror is broken, the reflection,
reaching towards my shattered dreams
Walking along winding roads and crooked
striving to find my place at last
Struggling to piece together shattered dreams
holding tightly to what i believe
To lead me to my place at last
and find my place in your arms of love
Holding tightly to what i believe,
my faith in you will be enough
I've found my place in your arms of love,
I am no longer searching to find me.
FATHER I NEVER KNEW
When I hear my father's voice,
I feel I only have one choice.
Which is to lay down and cry.
Let the tears flow through my eyes.
Then I get a slight vibration,
That gives me a huge temptation
To pick up the phone and call his house,
But then I freeze like a frightened mouse.
Even though I have my mother,
I wish that I could have the other.
A father to take me to the park,
So I donít sit here in the dark
For it was you, who turned my life up-side-
down. You turned my smile into a frown.
You've made me cry, youíve made me sad,
But overall, you've made me mad.
I'm sick of it and now I'm through,
Through with the father I never knew.
i hate my life, and im seven almost eight,
im the target of my daddy's hate,
we do not have much money at-all,
and the foods almost gone an all,
he thinks its normal to beat on me,
and continue the kicks and repeat to be,
why do i have to be so damn ugly,
that he rebels to hug me,
and he blames me when he loses out betting,
and the state of the house and the shit he's getting,
the lack of money because they have to buy me clothes,
and when the tears fall down, he doesn't want to know,
till he is out and i ask my mother,
why does he take it out on me and my brother,
no time to tell you or explain,
things can get better, things will change,
i cant sleep its quarter to twelve,
i hear the footsteps, back to hell,
he calls my name, he kicks away my toys,
get out your room little boy,
he comes in the room and throws a cup,
shouts why didn't u clear your toys up,
teared up and scared i say i forgot,
screaming, that's all you seem to do alot,
slaps my face, pushes my down,
kicks me away and tells me don't make a sound,
get back to bed and tomorrow u clear them away,
i don't want to tell you this again,
laying awake with a bruise on my face,
hoping that i could run to somewhere someplace,
and just be left alone forever and a day,
and to keep my so call dad away.
Amazing how you make stone from skin and eye
"How you make your face just like a wall"
The siege of screaming, rage, and tears harm the defense none at all.
With my trebuchets and mangonols I lob stone made from pleading looks,
ascending voice, love and anger
To no avail
The wind and rain of a thousand of my heartbreaks weather you none at all
Lord what must I pay
To see the slightest crack in your foundation
"Blessed" must "be the ties that bind" the eyes and the
"How you take your heart and turn it off"
As if it a light bulb hanging from a cord in your chest
To be simply cut off
To simply cut off the power and warmth of you as it were so easy
I say to Hell with your dramatic pose
To Hell with all you are claiming to be
Bear your soul
Show me all you are hiding, and let the wall fall
Let them crack and crumble
Let them weep as I do
Let them scream and rage with fits of emotion
The wall remains
The stone so tight even the ivy and roses can not grow
For beauty can never grow without purchase and hold.
My tears fall, every night.
Because of my stupid fright.
A fright of sadness and just
Sometimes I feel like I have
been cut real deep with a knife.
I pray for this feeling to go
away, but yet its still here to
this very day.
In many shapes I open my skin
when something is bad, Not wrong
No such thing as right or wrong
only bad and good
That's still not for sure though
Right and wrong is always different
Bad and good is something everyone knows
Sometimes we don't care
We are the "bad" ones
I don't care
I'm whatever I am in your mind
and I'm whatever I am in my mind
I can't say what I am because you can never totally define a person
You can only see glimpse's from scars
Usually one person only sees their own scars
No one can see my open skin
I hide it with sleeves and pants
If everyone was naked we'd know each other all to well
Self conscious people wouldn't be stuck up
because their wouldn't be such thing
as self consciousness
Everyone shows themselves
by covering their skin
Perfect people have perfect skin
So i say
if you want someone to see you
on the inside
roll up your sleeves
put on your skirt
grab a blade
and slice your life
I love you
but who are you
I don't even know you
You're already a scar
you've made your mark
isn't that enough?
You have two marks
Your name in my flesh
your face in my memory
never come back
stay out of my mind
I need you so much
stay with me always
Never leave me
I hate you
Tell me everything
I love you
My new bleeding tattoo
The blood that was once flowing inside of me is now a mere stain in my carpet.
The strongness that was once inside of me has been turned inside out.
The knife that was once for slicing meat is now stuck in my throat where it
The carpet that was once white as snow has now been stained by my misfortune.
The skin that was once so pure and so harmless has scars and marks that will
never serve any purpose to my heinous life.
The police that once sat at the corner looking for harmless crooks and vandals
are now knocking at my door asking what happened and why blood is seeping out
of my door.
You open my door and see my lifeless body that was once full of life or so you
You scream and shout and asked ďwhyĒ
And now you're finally ready to talk.
But its to late.
i'm no longer alive to talk.
The blood that seeps through this door that you found was not only my love
blood but it was the blood that was dieing to get out of me since I could
The blood that was once in a never-ending cycle through my body has now left ,
like I have left the cycle of life.
White vs. Black, but little did he know that, Black embodied, encompassed,
embraced his race: Yinned his Yang the same way Women do Men, and Life does
Dead. Without eyes we can't see, without ears we can't hear, without
tongues we can't speak, without minds we can't think, without days there's no
week, without you there's no me. Robbed identity-incomplete.
As he marches through time, unaware that his feet be just as dirty as the rim
of the toilet seat he pissed on first thing in the morning, after a wet dream.
His lust got him bursting at the seams; so he kills Woman first, the blacks of
course, the Jews, the Natives and Japanese. Segregation in place, he
turned on his race; subjecting the gays in half-assed ways; closet cases,
white priests go free despite child rape.
He's got a flare for making things just go away, turning the page, covering
up, switching the blame. Turning Art and expression from beauty to Rage:
Against the Machine? No way-that's something Clear Channel suggest not
be played, but too late; despite the control of 90% of the airwaves, the
notorious message has been relayed. Afraid the music will change what's
already in place?
Open minds, little seeds of the Aryan race-KKK was the way, still is today.
Manifesting itself in more subtle ways. The ones who are dead rot, stink
in their graves. Their fear of the inferior validated as we, keep
getting closer to what they said we'd be: United racially, indiscriminately
procreating, blissfully ignorant to color or creed, now aware we've been
played like a guitar string.
He was taking over me like an evil spirit.I can't turn corner thinking hes
He as done things in the past which no one adours.He is a n evil spirit trying
to take over me.
Every one except his parents give him the cold shoulder.He is an evil spirit
trying to take over me.
The man I'm Talking about is dear old dad.He is an evil trying to take over
He is gone when I eas a baby and he is still gone today.He is an evil spirit
trying to take over me.
He is gone,gone,gone.he is an evil spirit trying to take over me.
I go as weak
A human being
Through this life
Make my way
View our World
Day after day
Like those before
Their short stay
Now left to bind
In histories pages
Did my contribution
Make a change
Did I give my shoulder?
Smile with the brave
You left us suddenly
Your picture sets in my frame. Your puzzles, jewelry, and telephone are tucked
away in my closet. Iíve also got a box of pictures of you in there too. I
kept those crayons I used to draw with at your house, and Iím taking good
care of your dog.
But you continue to drift farther from me
The scent of cigarette smoke that soaked into your belongings becomes fainter
by the day. Your jewelry remains unworn and your puzzles unworked. I havenít
looked through your old photos in months.
We have not completely forgotten you, but we are beginning to.
by Bill Albright
From those buried in the ground
You will hear silence profound
Lying Sheltered from the world of things,
Expect much in this world of beings.
Trust yourself more than those who pass by
For you see not their heart, only the eye,
Which views a world full of nothings,
Expect much in this world of beings.
life's sum is much more than each part
Live it as your masterpiece of art,
The single permanence is exiting,
Expect much in this world of beings.
By Sandi Schraut
Such smooth deception, so rich in tricks
the voice of reason twisted tight
ďI love you honeyĒ, but does he?
Reasons deep he cannot explain
hurting love with such disdain
turning the knife with such a grin
at opportunities he finds each day
to be the one who knows the way
to direct my path and save my ass.
ďWell honey, guess what? Iím learning fast.Ē
ďLove tools that hurt, can go both ways,
I have the means to cut you too
but I for one donít plan to stay!Ē
So out the door I turn to go,
and join the stream of life's rich flow
find my own path, not your goals
ďGoodbye to sorry, goodbye to sadness
hello wings of freedoms gladnessĒ
God will hold my hand one day...
© Copyright 2003 Christina Lynette Martin
God will hold my hand one day.
And keep me safe and sound I pray.
Take away the pain inside.
Walk beside me, be my guide.
Carry me in times of need,
Brush away the things I heed.
Cleanse my soul from all mistakes,
Expose the ruthless retched fakes.
Heíll come to me and show the light.
Take away the endless night.
Dry my tears and lift my heart.
Help me forget, and then restart.
Heal my wounds and forgive my sins.
Turn the frowns around to grins.
Offer a shoulder and a helping hand.
Begin the route of what He planned.
Heíll tell me itís ok to cry.
Begin again, and knot the tie.
The tie that binds my Savior and I.
The goblins aren't in our world today, but don't let these words portray the
For think of the worlds away a far, just look in the sky for a wondering
It may be the life you wanting to live, but in the end what would you give
For the things that you want you cannot see, do you fall on your knee and beg
For the answers to things you want to know, what is that thing and why does it
My dear in the end soon what you will see, is the life that you want cannot
You can give up your thoughts, hopes and dreams, but all this will do is cause
me to screams
For what you let out, without a doubt
Will cause me to worry, and get in furry
So keep all your dreams, and plan some more schemes
For all that you need, is a little of creed
"LOOKING FOR THAT BETTER DAY"
Looking for a better day,
Give it time they say, I try but it stays,
Enjoying the good times when I can,
With all of this, its tough to keep my head up and be a man,
She's not here anymore,
But my friends picked me up when I was knocking on suicide's door,
Thank God for them,
I don't even know what to say,
Still looking for that better day
" TWO HEARTS"
is too big for two hearts to be apart or even a little ways away.
have to be together or one of them may stray someday.
could be soon or maybe later.
don't hold too tight, just sit and wait, the future will tell our fate.
we'll make it or take our hearts another way.
Hearts like ours are easy to break, don't give up til fate has it's say.
someday one of our hearts could be shattered like a stain glass window.
Broken into pieces on a dirty floor, to be put back together to only be broken
all over again.
I'M NOT YOU
I stood there and searched ...As long as could bear
Thatís when it hit me...I was never aware
I stood there still...And gazed at my face
All that I felt...Was only disgrace
I saw her hair...And I saw her eyes
I lived her life... And I knew her lies
I saw her in me...I just wanted out
Thatís when it happened...Without any doubt.
My cheeks felt warm...I could feel the pain
I was afraid to look...It felt like rain
I opened my eyes...And what did I see?
The curse had been broken...I was now free
Free from the ghost...That haunted my face
As for the scars...I cannot erase
Memories fade...Scars do to.
I am now beautiful...And nothing like you
DEAD SCREAMING SILENT
Billy Jno Hope
Imagine the horror
A corpse condemned
To lick its stench
Immortal dreadful agony
Of mortal flesh
Eternally feeding death
Denied even of death
Jason H Cooper
I've got shades of grey in the back of my mind,
And it's starting to drive me insane.
I can't stand to live within this black rain,
But if i run away and never come back,
Those shades of grey might turn from grey into BLACK!
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