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If I was to choose I would fall for you again. Coz you complete me In a way I can't describe.. For more poems join our channel
Last Message
I never thought this day would come. You were my everything, the reason I smiled, the reason I dreamed, the reason I believed in love. And now, all I'm left with is the pain of knowing you're gone.
I gave you all I had, every piece of my heart, every ounce of my soul. I fought for us, for a love I thought was unbreakable. But in the end, I couldn't stop you from slipping away, and now I'm here, alone. I wanted forever with you. I wanted to be the one who made you happy, the one who stood by your side through everything. But you walked away, and with you, you took the best parts of me. And now I'm left here, trying to piece together a life that no longer makes sense without you in it.
I don't know if you'll ever look back, if you'll ever wonder what could have been. But if you do, please remember this: I loved you with everything I had. I would have moved mountains for you, crossed oceans just to see you smile. And even though you've left, a part of me will always be waiting, always hoping, even when I know I shouldn't.
Goodbye, my love. You are the one who taught me the meaning of deep and painful love.
MUMMY
Some of us come from families where the only person we know is our mother, and her only friend is her job. Asking her about our father or her family brings her to tears, revealing a pain so deep that it feels like the only thing she has left in this world is us. This woman has endured so much to secure a future for me. Often, she gives me her food, pretending that she is okay, even when there's nothing left for her. On the day she passes, I know I will have aunts and uncles to arrange her funeral, but in that moment, I will feel the weight of all she sacrificed for me.
Good Bye Message
Some stories are written with love but end in tears, and ours is one of them. I gave my heart, my soul, and every ounce of hope to keep us together, but sometimes, love alone cannot conquer the distances life places between us. It's devastating to accept that no matter how much I loved you, how much I tried, you couldn't be mine. It feels like I'm losing a part of myself, a piece that will always belong to you.
Every moment with you was a blessing, a glimpse of the happiness I wished could last forever. Your smile, your presence, it all felt like home. Now, I find myself wandering, lost in a world where you're no longer by my side. I'll carry this pain with me, but also the memories of the love we shared. Even if the universe separated us, know thatIll never stop loving you. You will always remain my unfulfilled dream, the most beautiful chapter of my life.
Goodbye, my love. This heart will echo your name forever.
Where Are You Now?
Iโm waiting on you where did you go?
Did you fall in a hole or trip on your toe?
I called your phone, itโs out of reach,
Did you run away to live on a beach?
The teaโs gone cold, the snacks are done,
Waiting like this is not much fun.
Did a chicken cross and block your way?
Or did you forget it was meet-up day?
Maybe youโre lost, or stuck in a tree,
Or chasing a goat that stole your key.
If youโre playing hide-and-seek, you win,
But show up soon, or Iโll let you in.
When you get here, Iโll laugh, I swear,
But right now, Iโm just talking to the air.
So hurry up donโt make me pout,
Or Iโll eat your share and lock you out!
#MylifeMyArt #love
The first step towards success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself.
ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
"Thy Self"
Thy self is dieing
Yet, thy self is still fighting
She don't know whom to call
She don't know why she fall
In every corner of the room, fills with chaos
Things are rumbling in her head,
Tears drowning her heart
She's almost six feet underground
Thy self, is crying inside
Thy self, is breaking inside
Yet, thy self is known strong and independent
Without no hesitations she won in every threat
Though thy self is tired
She knows she will win in this fight
Though thy self if lost
She knows where she goes
-TOLENTINO, CRISMAY
I know you think loving me was a mistake
But the truth is, darling, we don't fall in love
with a person.
We're swept away by their charm, our hearts captured by their thoughts and dreams.
We surrender to the emotions they evoke.
And that's what makes love a mystery.
- the second
What If, My Love?
What if you werenโt the peanut to my butter,
Or the reason I laugh till I stutter?
What if you werenโt my blanket thief,
Who hogs the whole bed like a sleepy chief?
What if you didnโt dance like a noodle,
Or call me your โsweet little poodleโ?
What if your jokes werenโt so beautifully lame,
That I laugh and groan all the same?
What if you didnโt burn toast to a crisp,
Or scare the cat with your karaoke lisp?
What if you didnโt snort when you giggle,
Or wiggle your eyebrows in that creepy wiggle?
What if your hiccups didnโt sound like a song,
Or your fashion sense wasnโt entirely wrong?
(Polka-dot socks and neon-green shoes?
Love, thatโs a choice Iโll always excuse.)
What if you werenโt the chaos I need,
The sprinkle of laughter, the love that I feed?
Well, life would be boring, dull as can be
So what if, my darling, you stay just you for me?
Our greatest weakness lies in giving upโseriously, itโs like bringing snacks to a marathon and then quitting at mile one just because your shoelace came untied. The most certain way to succeed is to try just one more time. Why? Because that โone more timeโ could be the time you finally nail it, whether itโs baking a cake without turning it into charcoal, asking out your crush without stammering, or finally sticking to that gym routine for more than three days. Remember, persistence is like a stubborn fly at a picnic it eventually gets where it wants to. So lace up your sneakers and give it another go youโve got this!
That โone more timeโ could be the difference between failure and shouting, "I knew I could do it" even if itโs just opening that stubborn pickle jar. So, whether itโs surviving a Monday morning, parallel parking without hitting a cone, or making edible spaghetti on the third attempt, remember: success is just one more โugh, fine, Iโll try againโ away.
Content Warning: mention of suicide
A Suicide Note
A small portal
decorated with all the words
they could find.
Lots of thank yous and sorrys
wrapped neatly in their bones.
Each line blurring into
one another,
punctuation falling apart.
They missed the 'f' in life
maybe purposely,
no, maybe, too hurried
to make their leave.
Some parts soaked in tears
they tried to hold them back,
tried not to make this part
of life ugly as well.
They'll end everything
with the promise of
being a better son,
a better daughter,
a better husband,
a better wife in the next life.
And you'll not find
a full-stop at the end,
they stole it,
swallowed that little english poison.
A New Chapter Begins
Congratulations, today is your day,
You've worked so hard to find your way.
Through trials and triumphs, late nights and tests,
Youโve proven your strength, youโve given your best.
The tassel was worth the struggles endured,
A future awaits, bright and assured.
With dreams in your heart and wisdom in hand,
The world is yoursโtake a bold stand.
Celebrate the journey, the hurdles youโve crossed,
The lessons learned, the moments not lost.
For this is the start of a life thatโs your own,
A path of success, a story well-known.
So here's to you, graduate, shining so bright,
May your future be filled with joy and light.
Go forward with courage, aim for the stars,
Youโre destined for greatnessโthis moment is ours!
Maybe this phase of your journey is supposed to be about preparation. Maybe it's about developing the courage to take those first steps. Maybe it's about finding the stamina to keep going even when you're challenged, even when you become discouraged, even on the days you feel exhausted and it seems as though you'll never arrive. Maybe this part of your journey is about observing studying the world you want to be a part of, the experiences you want to have, the person you want to be. Maybe you aren't supposed to be there yet. Maybe there are still dreams inside of you that have not yet come to light.
ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
Sometimes, it slips my mind that my mother was just a little girl, that there was a timeline where she wasnโt a mother. I forget that era of her before my existence, before all the responsibilities and adulthood. She was once a dreamer in a quiet town, with hobbies, interests, and crushes. A human like me, and not just a mother with bills to pay, work to go to, and consequences to endure. Sometimes I forget that she once belonged in a high school room, writing poems, drowned in literature, searching for words that could shelter her from reality. She once had tiny hands, with her own mother to hold her.
How could I ever think she should be perfect and non-damaging in any way?
As I grow older, Iโm pondering more about her youth. Have I been kind enough to my mother? Should I have offered more tenderness? I get too caught up with the present that I forget how the past used to look like.
When youโre a child, it feels like everything is beginning at the same time as you, the story is starting and going on with you, when in reality, itโs already been on long before you.
Sometimes I forget she was hers before she was mine, or my sisterโs mother.
โShi Collantes, WTB
Art: Joaquin Sorolla, 1895
*ENDLESS PIERCING PAIN*
Bedding soaked in tears
Hoping to drown
For I cry myself to sleep
While insomnia be my disorder!
Tear marks be my make up
How glamorous I look
Yet dehydrated I'm
Misery be my second name!
I'm drenched
Yet not by tears
But I'm drenched in pain
Endless piercing pain!
My heart knows no peace
For it's in pieces
While the pieces are scattered
Turning them into some lost treasures!
*ยฉยฎ Mylistic Master Pen ๐๐ฐ๐ช*
Dawn
Misty mountains,
hushed by early morning dew.
Hope springs forth from all his cooling fountains.
Doe settles her fawn close to life-giving breast,
shelters him from rising sun.
They close their glossy eyes for this day's rest.
Owl, too, her hunting done,
nestles in her woody den.
One more day of life's race flown.
The pond lies still,
surface twinkles with daylight's dreams.
Red-winged blackbirds showy greetings trill.
A new day dawns,
overflows with promise.
Grab hold and drink.
The past is gone --
a moody wraith --
and tomorrow, like mist, lies fore'er beyond.
c. April Sauntry-James 2023
for Chris, my birdwatching buddy
#dawn #poems #morning #morningpoems #morningmotivation #naturepoems #redwingedblackbird #mountains #mountainpoems #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig
Forgiveness is like waving a white flag at the past and saying, "Alright, you win, you stubborn, unchangeable beast!" Itโs not about condoning the betrayal, forgetting the insult, or pretending your ex never ghosted you for three weeks before showing up with a suspiciously enthusiastic "Hey, stranger" Forgiveness is more like standing in the rubble of your dignity and deciding to plant flowers. Dramatic flowers. Ones that say, "Yes, this happened, but Iโm too fabulous to let it define me."
Imagine, if you will, your life as a courtroom drama. The Past strolls in wearing a cheap suit, smirking like it owns the place. The jury (your friends) are whispering, "Wow, this guy again." You want to cross-examine The Past, shouting, "Why? Why did you embarrass me in front of everyone at that karaoke night? Why did you let me trust someone who didnโt deserve it?" But the truth is, the Past sits there smugly because it knows: you canโt change it.
Sorry.
The way we fell for each other was crazy. After hours of daily talking, we grew closer. Those moments were so beautiful, and we both felt something special blooming between us. Like a flower, our story was slowly unfolding. Everything seemed perfect as our feelings were mutual. But then, a moment came when we had to step back from what we were building. Unexpectedly, you chose a different path, one that didn't cherish what we had in-between. I couldn't blame you because I hadn't expressed my feelings clearly, leaving you confused. This silence brought our connection to a stop, even though neither of us wanted it.
For a while, we didn't talk. Years passed, and we both got busy with our lives. But as they say, if you truly wish for something, God gives you a second chance. Luckily, we reconnected after so much time had passed. Without hesitation, I finally shared the feelings I had kept hidden all those years. I felt even luckier to know you had felt the same way. It reignited the bond we once had, making it even stronger. Everything was going beautifully until one day, I got a call. That call pulled me away from the dream path we were walking together. I know my decision may seem foolish, selfish, and even like a betrayal. But the time we spent between those silence period made it hard for me to continue.
I don't have that much courage to apologize because I knew it wouldn't undo what I had done. Now, I am the reason for the pain and sorrow you're facing. This will always be a regret I carry. It may look like I planned to betray you, but I swear I didn't. How could I destroy something I was so deeply enjoying? Fate has separated us once again. I'm sorry, dear. I hope you'll understand. I will always miss you.
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The Ring and the Horizon
In weathered hands, a circle gleams,
A silent token, holding dreams.
Beneath the sky so vast, so wide,
It cradles hope, or love denied.
A moment caught, a thought held still,
On distant hills, the air stands chill.
This band of silver, boundless, small,
A promise made, or none at all.
What stories whisper in its curve?
What vows were etched, what hearts disturbed?
The earth behind, a future fades,
The ring remainsโa light, a shade.
And though it rests in steady palms,
Its weight could shake a thousand calms.
A memory held, or yet to bringโ
The worldโs horizon in a ring.
Every Sunday, I wake up with one goal: to make pancakes like a pro. Spoiler alert: I never do.
It starts with the batter. Somehow, I always end up with something between glue and cement. I whisk it like Iโm training for the Olympics, but it just stares back at me, unmoving.
Then comes the pan. Too hot, and the pancakes burn. Too cold, and they stick. When I finally pour the batter, it spreads like itโs trying to escape. I flip it, and the pancake folds into what can only be described as a taco.
Smoke alarm? Of course. I wave a dish towel at it, yelling, โIโm fine!โ My cat judges me from the counter.
But I donโt give up. No, I am a warrior in the kitchen. By the time I finish, the counter is a war zone of flour, broken eggshells, and a frying pan that looks like itโs seen combat.
But I eat them anyway Not because theyโre perfect, but because I fought for them.with extra Syrup ,honestly, nothing tastes better than slightly charred victory... I realize something: theyโre glorious.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. And let me tell you, nothing tastes sweeter than victory.
Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.
ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
"Life's greatest truth might be its greatest joke,
And weโre all just comedians with hearts that are broke."
Letโs laugh at the mystery, grin at the pain,
What if lifeโs just a dance in the rain?
You Can't Please Everyone
If you get fat, people think you eat too much.
If you lose weight, people think you are sick.
If you dress well, you show off.
If you dress simply, you are poor.
If you are serious, you are boring.
If you are funny, you are immature.
If you are successful, you are arrogant.
If you speak your mind, you are rude.
If you are single, people think you are lonely.
If you are struggling, you are lazy.
If you are honest, people think you are naive.
If you are dishonest, you are untrustworthy.
No matter what you do in life, people will
always criticize you. So do what fulfills you.
You Can Dream It, You Can Do It (But Can I?)
They say, if you can dream it, you can do it.
Well, I dreamed I was six feet tall.
...But here I am, still borrowing ladders from the neighbors!
Last night, I dreamed I was a billionaire.
Woke up to find my wallet only had lint
and a receipt for โthree eggs, one avocado.โ
And then then there was you in my dream.
Standing there, shining like the sun,
smiling like you knew all the answers.
I mean, who gave you the keys to my subconscious, huh?
So I think: if I can dream it, I can do it,
then how do I โdoโ you? (No, wait donโt take that wrong!)
I mean, how do I make โusโ real?
Should I write you a love letter? Or maybe a rap?
But what if you think my rhymes are crap?
I could serenade youโฆ
except my singingโs been banned in three counties.
I could dance for youโฆ
but my two left feet might stage a protest.
So hereโs the plan:
Iโll dream about it again tonight.
But this time, Iโm calling the shots!
Youโll walk up to me, say, โYes, Iโve been dreaming too!โ
And then weโll โdo itโ wait, no
I mean, make our dream come true!
They say dreams are free,
but making them happen?
Thatโs the price of courage and coffee.
So meet me in real life tomorrow?
Iโll be the short guy with lint in his pocket and hope in his heart.
If I can dream it, I can do it.
Iโm dreaming you. Letโs do us.
Believe to Achieve
In the quiet of the mind, a spark begins to glow,
A whisper in the chaos, a voice that seems to know.
"To climb the mountain high, to run the endless race,
You must believe, my friend, that you deserve a place."
But doubt creeps in, its shadow vast and wide,
Whispering, "You can't," as you try to hide.
Yet deep inside your chest, a rhythm beats loud,
A call to rise, to stand up proud.
For belief is a seed, planted deep in your core,
It grows when you water it, roots running to the floor.
It bends through storms, reaching for the sun,
It whispers, "You can," until the battle's won.
Success isnโt a gift itโs a force we ignite,
When we banish the dark and step into the light.
Itโs the courage to leap, even when we fall,
To rise again, stronger, standing tall.
So speak it aloud, let your voice be your guide,
โI believe in my strength, Iโll take this in stride.
I am capable, worthy, and destined to fly,
With belief in my heart, I'll touch the sky."#MylifeMyArt
โAshes of What Wasโ
You are leaving,
Your foot marks are paving their way,
To some other way,
Stop,ย
Please for a moment,
Let me love you for this moment,
Rent me a chance to love you,
With every single corner of my soul,
Let me devote to you my breath,
Chanting the beads of your name,
From dawn till dusk.
Let me engulf the air,
Attaining a chance to caress,
The contours of you so finely designed face.
Let me break my bones,
And decorate a heaven,
With the tiles of the pieces of my bones,
And painted ethereal red velvet coloured,
With the stroke of my blood,
On every wall,
So you can inhale fragrance of my blood,
Of my dripping wet blood,
So my essence can run though your nerves,
And I can steal a chance to be carried away,
To every corner of your enticing beautiful soul.
Let my blood,
Be gifted with this chance ,
Of travelling through your capillaries.
Let my fingers fill those gaps,
Dreaming to leave for another heaven,
Not for always,
But at least for now,
For this moment,
When your face is glowing in front of me,
When you are standing close to me,
Very close,
That your fragrance is binding me ,
Into a world of defamation,
From your my return will never be possible,
I will be trapped in a world devoid of you,
Even if your presence will be substracted,
From this moment,
For always.
But, in this moment,
Be mine,ย
entirely and completely,
Dissolved in the aura ,
You are creating by being here.
Lend me a chance,
To travel you,
To the paradise I created solely for you.
Each and every divine dice ,
Will recite your name,
If you tend to roll them,
For it's created for you,
And only for you my love.
~Zikra๐ฅ
Iโve fallen in love with small spaces and little things. The back of a book shelf that gathers dust when we are away. It tells the story of our absence and how we are needed by helpless things, not because we are their caretakers, but because we are the same substance in different forms.
The corners of a home where no one sits. The way a glass precariously teases itself against the edge of table, unafraid of its own demise. I guess this is why the world feels so open in your arms. Because the things that hold us close were never cages, but constellations, guiding us to where we began.
@effortlesslydee โค๏ธ Robert
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ช, ๐๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐,
๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ข๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐,
๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง, ๐๐ค๐ฎ, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐จ,
๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐๐ง๐จ.
๐๐๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ฃ๐๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐จ๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐,
๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐โ
๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ซ๐,
๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐๐ข๐ค๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐๐ซ๐๐.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฎ๐๐,
๐๐ค๐ง ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐,
๐๐๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ซ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐จ
๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐จ.
๐โ๐ข ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ช๐ก ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ,
๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐จ ๐ฌ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐จ๐ช๐๐.
๐๐ช๐ง ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ข๐๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐จ,
๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ.
๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐,
๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง๐๐.
๐๐๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ชโ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ฉ
๐ค๐ ๐ข๐๐ข๐ค๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ.
Despair is a bird that flies
from the branch that extends out
from my heart reaching for her.
It perches on her shoulder.
They look at me and I remember.
Nothing real can be taken.
.
.
.
#morningpoems #sisterhood #remembertoremember
Moments
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Life is a moment after a moment.
In a second, a moment becomes past,
And the future becomes present.
In truth, past and future
Live only in the mindโ
And only the moment exists.
If you want to feel happiness
Or enjoy anything,
You cannot do so without being in the moment.
And this fleeting moment of time
Is all we ever truly have.
Try not to ignore the present moment.
We often place our attention
In the past or future,
But that makes us
Miss what passes before our eyes.
For everything, all fulfillment,
Exists in that fleeting moment.
When we want to feel love,
To give love, to express it,
We can only do so in the present moment.
But all regret and hopelessness
Belong to the past or the future.
The present holds only bliss, joy, and happiness.
Nothing exists beyond this moment.
A life fully lived is always lived in the presentโ
No escape, only purpose, revealed to you.
The moment finds gods within us .
Author: Rajeev Vashista
Copyright : 24th October 2024
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