my heart was ripped from my chest

There are nights when I just want to shut everyone out, and leave no space for them to enter the walls I’ve built for myself. Times that I just want to rip my heart out of my chest just to devoid myself of emotions. Just so I won’t feel anything at all. Feelings are so costly, and it could leave you damaged and bruised. And getting attached to someone can be the reason why our hearts no longer feel the same the way it was before. Funny how our heart tends to weigh more when it’s broken, or when you can actually feel like it’s tearing you apart but you still pretend that it’s not. Maybe the sole learning that we could get from all the hurt is to never place our hearts on the hands of someone who could easily crush it.

I should’ve known you didn’t love me back
because you only called me when you were lonely
and your kisses always tasted like vodka
rather than love unlike mine which was always so full of it

but i was too engrossed in the way
your hands felt in mine
to ever really get a chance
to open my fucking eyes and see
that i wasn’t the only one
you wanted to hold
hands with

i should’ve known you didn’t love me back
when i woke up that night alone
with a text message saying you had somewhere else to be
leaving me feeling empty and used

i guess that place was in her bed rather
than mine
and i shouldn’t be bitter
because you weren’t mine to begin with
and i saw it coming from a mile away

when you said you loved me
not looking me in the eye
ripping apart my fucking chest
right there as if you didn’t even know what you were doing
in that very moment

and i should’ve known i should’ve known i should’ve known you didn’t love me back

—  A.M// I hate that I didn’t figure it out sooner enough
“i fought it for so damn long,” she says. “i tried so hard to not love you, but then you smiled, and i almost ripped my heart out of my chest and placed it in your hands”.
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Remember the white dress I wore all through that film? George came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “You can’t wear a bra under that dress.” “Ok, I’ll bite,” I said. “Why?” And he said: “Because… there’s no underwear in space.” He said it with such conviction. Like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere. He explained. “You go into space and you become weightless. Then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.” I think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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I was strong. I knew that when I met you, that you were not completing my life but rather just adding to it. That if something happened and you were gone, I would be okay. I knew that. Until you said you didn’t love me anymore and I wasn’t strong enough. Not for this. Not for my heart being ripped from my chest. Not for my body convulsing from the pain. Not for drowning in my own tears. Not for losing you. I don’t think I will ever be strong enough for that.
—  I’m not ready for this.
You fall too fast too quick they say
But who are they to tell you how to feel
How to love
How to care
I was taught from a young age that if I don’t give love what’s the point of living
I held that close to me as a I grew up
Loving everyone and everything to come my way
Because maybe just maybe if I loved them they would go and share love with others
But life doesn’t work that way
I fell in love with people who didn’t love me
Who didn’t care
Who barely batted an eye as they ripped my heart from my chest leaving it hollow, smirking as they carelessly dropped it when they left shattering what I thought was my biggest asset in life
My mom didn’t warn me of that
She didn’t warn me of those who would do anything in their power to steal the happiness from your very own skeleton to fill the empty holes in theirs
But still
I loved
I loved with everything I had left in me
Until there was nothing left
Maybe that’s why I feel so empty
Because I gave all I could to get nothing in return
My mom said just wait, someone will come and fill you back up
But mom don’t you see that’s not how life works
I think I finally figured it out
You give love and sometimes you don’t get it back
But when you feel empty no one can fill those crevices in your aching body besides you
You are your own greatest love
So continue to spread love
But never forget to love yourself
I didn’t know that it was possible to grieve someone who’s still alive.
—  I’m not being dramatic it’s just that missing you is like ripping my heart from my chest

the way harry so respectfully talks about taylor and the relationship he once had with her makes my heart really happy because taylor gets so many asshole men but harry is different. taylor deserves to be spoken about highly and warmly and haRRY DOES THAT. HE HAS NEVER STOPPED CARING ABOUT HER. HE HAS NEVER STOPPED SUPPORTING HER. MY HAYLOR HEART IS RIPPING FROM MY CHEST.

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Tommy falls in love with blind Reader.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst.
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Note: I didn’t do much research for this Imagine, I also thought that in this time-period it would present more struggles for a blind person and their family than it would in today’s day and age. I figured the “reader” would need to have some sort of dependency on others – but also struggle with needing to be independent as well. Also, I kind of tried a weird point of view in this (I feel like it’s a little muddled but I tried to convey two inner monologues for two characters at the same time.)


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You woke up to a loud commotion outside your window, screaming, shouting, some sort of loud engine, sirens and bells ringing urgently and steadily.


“Gilly?” You spoke up, feeling around the side of your bed for your walking stick. You felt for your sister in her bed, but only found the sheets and duvet to be empty – bed still made from this morning.


Gilly must have stayed out late dancing and drinking again. You shook your head and moved across the room to your door – but when you touched the door knob, a searing pain shot throughout your palm and fingers – causing you to let out a scream.


“GILLY?!” You yelled frightened, you couldn’t tell if you were bleeding or what even bit you. You put your uninjured hand against the door, an intense warmth enveloped it – you could only pick up the sounds of unknown objects shifting and shuffling on the other side of the door. It only took you a split second to realize that what you were hearing was furniture, walls and floorboard – crackling as the deathly heat began to overtake your flat.

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can’t get you close enough

Originally posted by sassywiinchesters

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M (18+ only please)
Warnings: Smut, angst, harsh language, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks. (I wrote this in, like, a half hour. Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors!)
Summary: After a hunt goes wrong, you and Dean fight. Switches POV between Dean and the reader.

The car ride back to the bunker is silent. 

You’re practically vibrating with anger, your leg bouncing restlessly as you stare at the scenery flying past the windows. Sam keeps glancing at you warily, but you don’t meet his eyes. He’s too understanding, too aware of the other feelings that are playing a role in your anger. 

The hunt went bad. It happens, occasionally. No one died, and you ended up ganking the ghost that was haunting a family north of Lebanon. You have a few scrapes and scratches, but it was worth it, when you were able to save a little boy and girl and get them safely back to their parents.

Dean didn’t agree. Sure, you saw the relief in his eyes when the whole thing was over, but it wasn’t long until he tore into you. You were angry at him, and embarrassed. He didn’t even wait until you were out of earshot of the Hughes family before he started telling you you acted like an amateur. 

When you finally pull into the garage at the bunker, you’re out the door of the Impala practically before Dean puts it into park. 

He says your name as he opens the driver’s side door, and you take a deep breath, trying not to fly off the handle. “Dean, don’t.” You shake your head. “I am so fucking mad at you right now and I really don’t want to say anything I’m gonna regret later.” 

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i. “how could you love someone like me?” she asks, her lips the galaxy’s edge. rosewater slips from my lips as i reply, “darling, how could i not?”

ii. every time she speaks, i swoon; her laugh reminiscent of the cries of angels; a natural blessing, of course. as if christened by the heavens themselves, she sparkles; eyes cut like diamonds; eyes caught in headlights. she is a diamond in the rough i want to polish with bare hands, but i cannot afford such a luxury.

iii. our story isn’t one of love; and i realise this when her eyes trail elsewhere. when she digs her fingers into my chest and rips out my heart; she expects milk and honey to stick to her fingers. she had a heart too easily made glad; a face worthy of pressing into magazine print, and yet white slices dotted her arms and sorrows stuck to her mind.

iiii. are we sisters? are we lovers? when i take her fingers between mine; watch as her mouth curls at the edges; feel as the universe shifts beneath us, i wonder when the day that this blurred line becomes clear will arrive.

iiiii. a question so simple, the answer cannot be fathomed. her eyes twinkle like chistmas lights; impish grin a feature i tuck into my mind. and damn, is she an angel in disguise. a diamond in the rough that need never be polished.

even in this cracked darkness.

—  we were queens
Imagine your husband, Negan, comforting you and making you laugh to calm you down from your panic attack

(Wooo Negan being cute and himself of course XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

You could feel it. Your breath growing shorter and harsher, your head spinning, the whole room getting smaller.

All of that from overthinking, about what? You couldn’t even remember really. One moment, you were right there along with the others women, the next you just didn’t felt right. Was it something they said? Something they did? A mixture of both perhaps, that had gotten you so perplexed and to the heart, you felt ill from all of it.

Trying to not think about them anymore, you carefully stood up and felt some arms and hands reaching to you. They were trying to help and assess the situation, thinking you would need it.

Feeling some restraints, you pulled away from them and try to get away. They persisted and panic set inside of you. You wanted to get away from them but you felt yourself weakening, only faintly begging them to stop.

Tears were forming and your breath was beyond unstable, you wanted to scream but nothing came out. Still you struggled to get away from any of them but suddenly you felt a firm grasp pulling you back.

“The fuck are you all doing?! That’s not a way to handle my Y/N!”

The harsh and loud tone, mixed with the cuss word instantly woke you up from your dazed and confused state. Your body pressed against his, made you look up as you realized your husband had been the one to bring you back.

“We’re sorry Negan…It’s just she seemed to be panicking and we wanted to help…”

“Yeah?! Well that’s not how you do it! You come over to me and tell me about it that’s how it’s done! None of you are qualified to calm her! If anything you’re all stressing the fuck out of her!”

At those words, everyone had gotten quiet and Negan pulled you along with him. You feebly followed him, hanging onto him as much your strength could handle.

He noticed your still unstable breathing and had walked at a slower pace to let you time to recollect yourself.

“Hey, babydoll…It’s okay…I’m here now…Take your time…”

His voice had completely change from earlier. He was much more soft spoken and seemed genuinely worried about the situation. Hearing him, made you nod in agreement and slowly you took a few deep breaths.

You slowly tried to stand up straighter and let go of him. However, with his hand wrapped around your forearm that clung to him, he didn’t let you a chance.

He didn’t want you to let go of him, in fact he wanted you to hold onto him as long as you could.

“We’re almost there…”, he said as you both stepped closer and closer to your shared bedroom.

You nodded and as you neared it, you felt yourself slowly calming down. He walked in the room and closed the door behind, locking it to make sure no one would come in and bother you both.

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It wasn’t the first time this happened, heck you had been like this since the first day you met him. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from seeing your bright and cheery mood and falling madly in love with you to the point where you were his only wife.

He sat you down by the bed and carefully let go of you to kneel right in front of you. He grabbed a hold of both your hands in his and reached over to hold your chin, making you look at him.

Your gaze became more and more focused on him as looked right back at you, all while trying to calm you down, as gently as he could.

“It’s alright baby…It’s just you and me here…Ain’t no one fucking with us…Ain’t no one’s going to fuck with us in fact…Only us afterwards…”

Slowly, your heart had stop beating crazily and started to stabilize itself. You nodded along and ended up calming yourself to see his grin.

He always had a silly face on no matter what, it seemed to you but nonetheless, you couldn’t deny that it was thanks to him you could calm yourself so peacefully.

“Breathe in and out…you know like most human beings here…Hold onto my hands tightly, cause really if you don’t i’m gonna jump right on you and take you right there…”

As you squeezed his hands, you couldn’t help but crack a smile and let out slight laughter. He was distracting you obviously with his humor all while helping you as much as he could.

“Your heart is slowly slowing down…Right just like it should be…otherwise i’m gonna have to get a real fucking doctor in here…”

It truly relieved you to hear him only and to be away from the crowd that had grown within the bar room.

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You both sat there for a while, you looking at him, him smirking at you. You could tell he wanted to talk but had stayed quiet to let you take your ease.

With things getting back to normal, you pulled his hands closer to yours. Noticing your still teary eyes, he made a move to wipe them off and got closer to you.

In a whisper, he asked you, “Babe, what’s wrong? What the hell did they do to freak you out like that?”

Looking down, you shook your head at him.

“Nothing…I-It was stupid…I think…”

“Stupid? Even more interesting please do tell…”

You chuckled again to hear him and just knew he was adding on to relieve your heart and mind. Truthfully, you knew you couldn’t hide it from for more time than this and would have to let them know.

He chuckled along with you and had gotten up to sit by your side, rubbing your back all while still holding one of your hands.

You took a deep breath and tried to brush off the problem as much as you could, not wanting it to be a bigger deal than your mind had made of it.

“I-It was some of the girls…I overheard some of them saying things about you and me…You know things like how I stole you with my body…and how-”

Cutting you off, he added incredulously, “You didn’t steal me!”

His eyes widening and utter shock, made your heart jump yet nonetheless smile even more.

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Seeing how you smiled and how you looked at him, with that look that just screams “You’re an idiot”, he knew he had to keep it up and make you forget whatever had been on your mind.

“If anything I stole you first! I made the move! Sure you’re body helped but really the fucking thief here is me!”

His hold on you wasn’t as firm as earlier but turned into a fun kind of comfort as he ended up letting go of your back and only squeezed your hand.

You knew you could add on more to make it last longer and simply said, “True but that’s not what they think…It’s only me in their eyes…”

“Unbefuckinglievable! I can’t believe this shit!”

With a flair of dramatic, he had gotten to his feet and let go of you to exclaim loudly, making you let out your laughter.

He turned his back to you and started to point at you.

“Are you playing with me? Why are you laughing?”

As he looked at you, you couldn’t help but try to hold in your laughter as you shook your head in denial.

“No! I’m not joking that’s what they said! They…They also said…It was strange of you to only want me of all people…”

He scoffed. You, strange please he thought. Of anything you were the only there that understood him and his needs. As he looked at you smiling and acting shy, he felt his heart racing and remembered something else completely making him smirk.

He knew he had made the right choice to only have you as his partner in life and never had he regretted. Looking at you, just reminded him that and he had to let you know.

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He walked back towards you and grabbed both your hands to kneel in front of you again.

In the most solemn tone, he said, “Y/N…In all seriousness though…Don’t listen to them…Sure you did kinda stole my fucking heart away from me…Like you ripped it out of my chest and kept it since but it’s just cause they’re jealous they didn’t get that chance…”

Understanding his meaning you nodded and your peace of mind was truly appeased, only he had to continue on to truly make you know how much you’re the only on that matters.

“They’re just jealous that their pussy didn’t impress me as much as yours did really if you think about it…Like by choosing you…It’s like a big “Your pussy ain’t shit compared to Y/N’s pussy” or no even better a big “I, Negan don’t even want your free offer of pussy, Y/N’s giving it to me good! Her pussy is the only one I need!” So really it’s all praises to you baby!“

At that you burst out into laughter and could see his funny point of view on things. He laughed along with you, thinking himself to be clever and funny as well.

Your stomach was hurting from how he delivered those silly remarks and truly you had to let go of him to hold your stomach to try and ease the pain.

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His hands had dropped to your knees and legs as he let you have your happy moment.

Wiping your tears from the laughter, you grabbed his hand back and thanked him honestly.

"Thank you, honey…That was oddly sweet and kind of you…”

“You’re welcome…You don’t know ever need to feel bad about this whole thing…Just own it and tell them "Hell yeah I got him!” they’ll learn to let it go sooner or later!“

You nodded along and slowly felt him letting go of your hands.

Instead his hands dropped to your thighs and were slowly sliding to the side were he decided to rub you.

He inched closer and went to your waist to grip your pants.

"I’ll be honest babe…This whole talk about your pussy got me hard…You wouldn’t mind if I…If I took a taste out of it…”

It took you by surprised and feeling the huskiness in his sudden tone, you felt yourself getting warm at his suggestion.

Your mind went blank and you didn’t knew what to say but shrug.

“Oh come on…I want to…and plus you’ll feel even less stressed over this…I can promise you that…”

He winked, smirking as he continue to pull your pants down, only to make you want him and eagerly nod.


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lovelifelyrics2  asked:

Hey I've read both of your Jughead leaving when Betty was pregnant fics and I don't know if you were planning on writing more but I would love it if you did. I think they're awesome and would love to read more!!

Sure! ThNks so much! Part 2:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160936781806/hi-this-may-sounds-weird-but-i-just-read-your-fic !
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Betty stared at her reflection in the mirror, tugging on the soft white, strapless dress and playing with her silky blonde curls. Pregnancy had been good to Betty, her skin was smoother than ever and her hair was down to her back. She thanked god for the fact that she was able to lose the baby weight so fast, she was lucky, she knew that and she had her amazing son to thank for it. Another one of the amazing things he brought into her life.

“You look amazing. Stop messing with your hair. he’s gonna regret the day he walked out of that door.” Veronica came to stand behind Betty, placing her hands on her shoulders and resting her chin close to her face. Relaxing into her best friends embrace she sighed, her fingers smoothing down the dress.

“I feel like I’m back in highschool all over again, like I’m going to meet him for our Friday night dates at Pops.” Betty sighed miserably. “I don’t even know why I’m putting any effort into this, he left once, he’s just gonna leave again.”

Veronica shook her head
“Not this time B, I swear to god if he leaves you and Hunter I will personally have daddy track down the son of a ….” she trailed off at the sound of little feet scampering into the bedroom and crawling onto the bed. Hunter crossed his legs and sat comfortably, holding his stuffed white sheepdog and looking in awe at his mother.

“Look pretty mama.” He reached a chubby little hand out, still clutching the dog. Betty walked towards him and kissed his open palm before kissing the dingy white toy.

“What does hotdog think? Am I the cats meow?” Betty wiggled her eyebrows and spun around, putting on a show for her little man.

Hunter clapped his hands and barked, giggling and grinning.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Nerves forgotten for the time being as she took comfort in her favorite boys laughter.

“I hate to break up the fashion show, but it’s quarter to six. You might wanna get going.” Veronica shrugged carelessly “or you can skip it, forget he ever came here and order takeout.” She grinned wickedly.

Alice Cooper walked through the door at that exact moment and instantly began cooing at the two year old clutched in Betty’s arms

“Go on Elizabeth, destiny waits.” She plucked Hunter from Betty and headed for the kitchen.

Rolling her eyes, Betty grabbed her purse and walked through the front door, waving at Verona and driving off in her mini van (it was much cooler than a mom van and she used it to deliver flowers, Thankyou very much)

She arrived at Pops in no time at all, instantly heading for the door, if she stopped to think she would turn right back around.

It was almost too much to handle, there he was tucked in his regular booth, sleeves of his denim jacket rolled up and a familiar slump to his posture, his eyes lit up when she walked in and she remembered a familiar sight three years ago on prom night.

Shaking her shoulders she slid into the booth across from him
“Hello.” She tried to come off as uninterested but the way he was staring at her made her breathing slow and her heart race.

“Hey bets.” His voice was cautious and shaky as he slid the vanilla milkshake towards her.

Betty looked down at the drink and sighed, here goes nothing.

Finally getting to look at her fully, She looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her bright green eyes were something he had never forgotten, but to see them again in person was almost surreal, his eyes lingered on her honey blonde hair, it was longer now and he physically had to grip the table to keep from running his fingers through it. Finally his eyes dipped lower, taking in all of her new curves, he remembered a time where he knew her body like the back of his hand but now.. now there were new dips and lines and deliciously soft skin, the familiar scent of vanilla and peaches invaded his senses and his eyes nearly rolled back. She was everything he remembered and so much more.

“You wanted to talk?” The sugar sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts and he drew his eyes back up to hers.

He nodded, taking a shallow breath before he began

“We had plans, you and I, we were going to go New York, become a journalistic duo, move in together, be a family.” He glanced up, his eyes catching the watery ones of Betty’s

“You don’t have to remind me Jughead, I know exactly what our plans were.” Her voice was small and she cursed herself for letting him get to her.

“Just listen, please. We had these plans and they were everything I could have wanted, hell you could have told me you wanted to join a cult in Utah and I would have gone along, because you would have been there. All I wanted was you.” He cleared his throat, willing the emotion to stay back until after he was done.

“But you left me. I was all you wanted and you left me.” There was a bitterness to her voice now and Jughead shook his head

“I didn’t want to leave, I did everything I could but it was too late. He found out, he found out about our plans, about us. and he made me go.i never would have left you and then.. you were pregnant.. you were all alone and I was gone..” he mumbled the last part.. the guilt was pushing down on his chest and he found it hard to breathe, his teeth ground into themselves and his knuckles turned white when suddenly he felt a warm hand cover his own.

“Who made you leave? Who found out?” Betty’s soft voice tore him from his internal fight and he finally caught her eyes

“Your dad Betty. Hal found out.”

Betty ripped her hand from his, putting it to her own heart
“My dad? What.. what do you mean?”

Jughead reached for her again, before dropping in on the table and continuing

“He found out that we were leaving together, he threatened my fathers job, he threatened to frame me for robbery, he was going to get me locked up, but still I didn’t care, I was going to fight it but then.. he told he would send you away, send you to the place they sent Polly, I didn’t know what he meant, I didn’t know what he was talking about but now I do.. he must have found out you were pregnant, he was going to send you to the sisters.. even though I didn’t know, I believed him, I thought if I left it would be better for everyone. I left the night he came to talk to me and I didn’t look back, god I wanted too, but if I looked back… I would have come running right back to you.”

Tears were streaming down both of their faces now and Betty gasped slightly, taking a shuddery breath and whispering

“You could have come to me, we could have fought this together, you know I would have been by your side. I would never leave you, no matter what. I know you think you were doing what was best for me but I was alone. I had no one. Until Hunter, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and.. I feel bad for you… I feel bad that you missed him growing up, you would have been a great father.” She looked away, her arms coming to protect herself as she hid inside herself

“I’m here now. I know it’s not the same and I know it’s nowhere near enough but I’m here.” Jughead begged desperately, tears falling in heavy drops onto the metal diner table “I can be his father, I can be there for him, I can be there for you. Betty… I love you, I never stopped and I never will.” He gripped her hands, pulling her eyes towards his.

Feeling her resolve weakening she whimpered

“I meant what I said about us not needing you.” She said lamely

Jughead nodded
“I know that, but.. I need you. I need you and I need my son. Please Betty.. let me be here.”

Looking deep into the stormy blue eyes she had grown so familiar with throughout her childhood, she opened her mouth to speak.

Archie, Veronica and Kevin arrived at their booth at that exact moment, and the bubble they had been in popped, Betty pulling her hands free as Kevin slid in beside her.

Jughead was still staring intently at her, waiting an answer. Giving him a quick glance she let him know, this wasn’t over.

It would never be over.

This is it. II (S.M)

Description: After his European tour Shawn traveled North America not failing to sell out every show. He was finally coming home, and his parents invited y/n to a welcoming home party. She doesn’t know if she should go or not, but when she makes her decision she wonders if it’ll be any good.

I’ve decided to make this a little series. I don’t know how long I want to make it. It could be only three parts or it could be ten. Hope you enjoyed. (: please send feedback!!



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