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gorkloum · 7 months

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tw: blood, gore/guro, selfharm, dead body

Beyond is kinda tired from fixing someone's apartment 😔 probably he saw mess in my closet and falls into DESPAIR!!

(My part of trade with my friend @nnenteyn (>w<) <3)

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#death note #deathnote #another note #beyond birthday #tw: guro and blood #tw: selfharm

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risu442 · 1 month

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#dff the series #dead friend forever the series #barcode #non #be on cloud #boc #thai #uh #tw: mature #tw: knife #tw: selfharm #tbh i have no idea what tw should i add #because all i see is smexy #let me know how should i tag thid #*s #barcode tinnasit

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lesfir · 21 days

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Tav who, due to her tragic history, hates herself and hurts herself.

Lord Astarion, who goes nuts over it. His precious treasure... Turns out in the camp she was hiding it or there was so much incident and fatigue around - it wasn't necessary, there was enough pain. Which explained a few things to him, though. That's what it was...

Astarion worries: she's being tormented by something inside that he can't understand, control or somehow end.

Tav doesn't know how to deal with it, either. She worries that he worries. Tav can do what she wants in Faerun if she feels the need to. His spell will still heal her. They dance at the ball, Tav laughs, it's all right. They share all the pleasures in each other's arms. It's a strange unpleasantness might happen once a month.

Still why did he do not like it so much? It had to be ended somehow.

Gifts, entertainment and his best caresses weren't working. Astarion was hurt that he couldn't solve the problem himself for the only person he cared about.

One day he came up with a compromise that if, he would do it himself with her. He knows body pain, how to inflict it and how to handle it. Or he'll be around.

Tav insisted it was sometimes and she needed some space at times like this. Astarion agreed. And she came to him very often.

So these two vampire have reached an incredible level of trust.

#tw: selfharm #astarion #lord astarion #ascended astarion #astarion headcanon #tw: self-harm

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violentdick · 2 months

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-source: Batman (1940) #6-

Weapon of choice: ...I'm convinced Dick had to be written out of Under the Red Hood otherwise Jason would have ended up shooting himself in the head by accident now.

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mundrakan · 9 months

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Prompt: Blood

@wolfstarmicrofic - 148 words

TW: Blood, injury, selfharm

There is blood everywhere and Remus desperately tries to stop it. But it's just too much, seeping out from under shattered bones, through broken skin. Everyone had told him to keep Sirius at arm's length, everyone. Even James, after the shit with the Shrieking Shack. So Remus had. How could he have known it would cut off the last tether and make Sirius... jump? He should have known better, he should have...

Remus woke up with a scream of anguish turned relief. There was time. Sirius was there, sleeping at the other bed, right next to his. It made Remus smile. Quietly he tiptoed over, watching his reassuringly solid form, until instinct made him stir.

Usually he would turn away now, hiding, keeping his distance, just like everyone told him to. But no more. He strayed, until he met Sirius' eyes. “Remember the question? The answer is yes.”

#TW: blood #TW: injury #TW: selfharm #wolfstar microfic

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diamantensplitterherz · 5 months

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Watching Elementary and seeing Sherlock at all those NA meetings brings up the weirdest feelings in me. I have never been addicted to drugs (didn't even try them once) or alcohol, but I used to self harm. And I know it's not the same, but the way I felt, and the way I struggled with stopping - hell, the way I still struggle to not relapse on bad days... I just wish that I had someone like Alfredo, someone who has been there and has been sober/harm free longer than I have. Or meetings in general. Just people to talk to, who have been there and who understand and know the way I'm feeling. None of my friends has ever been self harming, and I don't want to be a burden. I haven't cut in more than 8 years, but it still is a struggle some days. And I'm kind of jealous of AA/NA meetings, because there is community and mutual support (at least the way it is portraied in series/books) and I don't have that. Does anyone know if there is an App or something similar?

#tw: selfharm #self harrrm #shut up jamie #lonely #aa na #narcotics anonymous #alcoholics anonymous #support #elementary #sherlock holmes #question #mein tagebuch

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silly-self-destruction · 5 months

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I'm probably so tried rn cause I accidentally almost fell asleep so much today but the second I can actually go to sleep??? Noo why would I be tried thennn.

Anyways, gonna cut to try and trick my dumbass brain into sleeping. This is probably the only thing that'll work effectively, and I think that's kinda funny.

#thank god for my sillt little rituals of cutting and then getting all cozy in bed to sleep #*silly #tw s3lf harm #sh #s3lf harm #tw self h@rm #tw: sh #self h@rm #i want to cvt #self destructive behavior #tw: selfharm #self h4rm #tw sh #tw self harm #self harm #tw self destructive behavior

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gremlin-writes-angst · 2 years

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A Deal

257 words

Fandom: Redacted Asmr

Couple: None, mentions of Darlin/Quinn and Darlin/Sam

TW/CW: Panic attacks, descriptions of panic like attacks, extream loneliness, very brief moments of self harm( clawing at ones skin)

A/N: this is self-indulgent, it's based on how my separation anxiety feels.

Let me know if I missed a trigger.

Please comment and reblog, it lets me know people like my stuff and encourages me to write more!!!!!!

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Loneliness was always a part of their life

It was like they sign a contract, loneliness for strength and reputation

They forgot to read the fine print

They didn't realize the loneliness would always be there

Even when they out with a group

Or when with Quinn

One minute they'd pray he'd leave

The next, they are clawing at their chest to get the pain of being left alone out of their heart.

When Sam entered their life they thought it would be easier.

But those nights when they wake, alone. Their heart squeezes like it's pushing all of the blood out, trying to cut itself off from what keeps it working

Just like Darlin’

They know he's at work, they know that

But their chest doesn't get the message as they heave. Words they'd never say to another escaping their lungs.

Their so desperate to be held by someone

By him

There never thought of themselves as desperate

No one has

That's was the problem

No one thought about the effects they had on Darlin’

Because their strong

Built like a tank

A lone wolf

But they don't want that

They never did

No matter what teenage Darlin’ did or said

It was an act

A rebellion

A test for the pack

Many failed

But more tired again

And again

Eventually, they let the pack in

But the loneliness they feel in the dark of their room

In the dark of their heart. Is something no one can change

That no one can heal

#redacted darlin(reader)#angst #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted angst #redacted sam #redacted fanfic #redacted quinn #anxitey #seperation anxiety #self indulgent #tw: selfharm #tw loneliness #short fic

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midnightmare-fics · 1 year

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Can't Forget You - Chapter One

Ship: Harringroveson (Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,389

Warnings: DEAD DOVE, attempted suicide, suicide ideation, self-harm, cutting, depressed steve, eating disorder, ed steve, anxious steve, flashbacks, panic attacks, lying, scars, ptsd, HEAVY angst, eventual happy ending, mentions of drug use (weed), anxiety attack, hurt not comfort (in this chapter)

Summary:

Carrying the weight of his two lost loves, Steve is struggling. He's depressed, anxious, and constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's moody, underweight, and suffering from hallucinations and night terrors. He missed Billy... He missed Eddie... He missed the promises of happiness, and the life he was supposed to have. He wishes the Party was enough. Wishes he was strong enough to keep fighting, but he's tired. So tired and broken... He just wants to be with his boys again...

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READ THE TAGS, PEOPLE.

Bingo: @harringroveson-bingo

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werspinna · 8 months

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been abused by someone who should have loved you: While Asada did indeed loved Wolf like one of her children, Wolf was also still her slave and Asada did occaisonally used that power over Wolf. She only originally bought Wolf because Wolf as someone who had survived the pox could work with people infected with the pox without getting sick herself which Asada as a Healer needed her to and only later she took interests in and started to use Wolfs intelligence. After she had died she ordered Wolf in a letter to join the hosuehold of one of her sons as a slave to be taken care of (which Wolf refused and joined the convent instead). When Lupardus offered to continue experimenting with Wolfs self-healing-factor in human-experimentation, Asada strictly refused and forbid Wolf from taking part in it even as Wolf was desperate to find a way to transfer her Healing-factor to Asada. Wolf eventually refused the command and continued experimenting in secret with Lupardus which would result in Lupardus turning into The Lizard and Asada beeing killed. That are only small examples, but that Asada and Wolf were never equals and that their relationsip was despite their kindess to eachother, not as harmonic or perfect as Wolf wants to think of it, is part of her as a person. She very clearly romantices Asada and puts her on a podest. Which is obviously happenig because Asada was the first person showing her kindness after she had left Cologne, which means the first person to be kind to her after almost five years shaped by her friends dying,starvation and sickness and she very clearly does not see Asada as the person she had been but as someone who can not do any harm or wrong.

#tw: death #tw: violence #tw: selfharm #tw: abuse #werspinna #headcanon

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 1 year

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So right now I'm on PMS right now so i've been crying and sobbing uncontrollably for HOURS having an existential crisis that triggered my low self esteem issues WHICH MEANS I had a LOOOOOT of free time with pure angst running through my brain, and as they say, idle hands are the devil's tools >:)

Soo, Imagine if Travis not only had piece of shit of a dad but also had an excuse of a mother ?

Because why choose between daddy issues and mommy issues when you can just have both??

So his mom would always dismiss and neglect him, make fun of him, y'know, doing most of the mental/emotional abuse part

Maybe she'd trash talk him w/ Keneeth in front of him (because that's the only moment she could have any kind of connection(?) w/ him since he was also a shitty husband and abused her too)

Anyways whatch this video and picture Travis in it

My poor bby come here, have a hug, a headpat and some snacks ;0;

Honestly, if this was his home life I think he’d either be a worse bully, a really good mom friend or one of the ghosts Sal can talk to and get help when dealing with Kenneth.

The mom would probably be a prim and proper lady. Hair styled, nails done, clothes ironed and always neat. A house wife like the 50s weren’t years ago and woman had more to offer than just house services and children.

She dresses everyone and, with Kenneth’s ‘input’ makes Travis match with her. Since they’re so similar in appearance. Bleached blonde hair, dull green eyes. Warm skin tones. She would present herself so nicely. Non alcoholic anti-cigarettes! Abstinence before marriage! Adultery is punishable by death! Even though Kenneth definitely is sleeping with one of the cops in the cult, she smokes and drinks and her bedroom reeks of it 24/7

Travis would be constantly berated for wearing clothes picked by his mother. He can’t even work to buy his own things. She makes him come home and help around the house. She just wants the neighborhood to think their diligent and lovely son is working hard to help around the house. He hates it so much.

He hates her cooking too. He despises the spaghetti. Her casseroles are watery. She can’t even make a sandwich without it looking like it’s fresh from the dumpster. Her meatloaf makes him throw up. He fucking hates her. His father doesn’t even eat with them. He sits at the table. Drinks. Probably smiles remembering the dinner date with whoever he’s seeing outside of the home. Berate Travis for a minor accident. Might compliment the woman that puts in effort to keep the house presumably running.

She hated Travis. Not for anything Travis did. For what Travis couldn’t do. Kenneth doesn’t love her. Doesn’t even care about her. He’s more emotional and animated with Travis. It gave her weird vibes from the start. She didn’t want to think he could be… one of those. But he always seems close to those male friends of his. He goes on business trips despite them being in different fields. He’s often returning home with a grin never fueled by her. And she hates that.

She gave Kenneth her life. Her love. Her youth. And her child. Travis was supposed to be the glue to their marriage. To make Kenneth realize his sinful, ungodly affections would save them! But instead that useless boy just cried. He cried, he was sick, he was friendly with the heathens that fawned him. Those nasty kids that weren’t even close to gods good graces. She made him remove himself from them, or mommy could be quite mean.

She wanted the fairytale marriage she was promised. The wonderful children she yearned for. It’s no help her son may be one of those disgusting THINGS like his father! Why couldn’t Travis be like that new little blue haired boy. He may be a bit strange but he was so kind and courteous. He didn’t look at her like she was nothing! He let her give gentle pats on the head or back.

Maybe Travis could even be like a character we could get alternate endings for.

Hear me out:

If Travis has to deal with the physical abuse of his dad he can lash out physically, if he has to deal with the mental abuse of his mom he can lash out verbally. But both could make him break apart.

Instead of the outwardly aggressive Travis we had he may be a mellow bully who only acts aggressive when he thinks someone will hurt him. Which can be often because of Kenneth’s connections. Travis regrettably has never known the luxury of peace.

If Sal sees her in passing she would compliment him and berate her own son for ‘not respecting her. Doesn’t talk to her. Hardly sits with her unless she makes him.’ Only to see Travis with dead eyes just boring into sals soul.

Larry and Ash may have been friends with Travis when younger. But his lash outs made them distance themselves from him and he never tried to reconcile. When Sal pries him about it Larry admits that he knew about the home life but they were just kids and couldn’t do much. Now Larry willingly and happily terrorizes Kenneth any chance he gets. Particularly with Travis around to see a rare grin.

Regrettably Travis would still be forced to wear disgustingly campy clothes picked by the assholes. He will be made to act lovely and maybe even a bit spoiled. But even the church goers can spot Travis avoiding any physical contact with his father and never looking at his mother when addressing her. Which makes no sense for him when he so graciously hugs and helps the clergy and the older people with bright smiles and warm eyes.

I 100% believe Sal would find Larry crying if the route is failed and Travis dies. Travis would probably go by his own accord or Kenneth sacrifices him. Of course this leaves his mother stranded to Kenneth’s whims and Sal can choose to help her or let her suffer.

I kinda like the idea that ghost Travis would stop Larry and Sal would accidentally walk in on their heart to heart,

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pirates-pirates-pirates · 2 years

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Pretty Handsome Awkward

This comes with a few warnings but I was inspired to do this today while feeling perhaps not the best.

Ace x Marco MODERN AU [Uni/college] TW: Drinking // drunk sex // self harm // angst // depression [ nothing graphic] Word Count: 1,156

Hey, are you okay? You look pretty low Very handsome awkward Do you feel okay? You look pretty low Very handsome awkward [Pretty Handsome awkward - The Used]

Just looking at Ace you would think he was the picture of cool, that he was popular and beloved. That pretty boy face of his, lean body, and nice build. He should have had people eating from the palm of his hand, the smile that lit up his face alone could send someone's head spinning.

The very cruel reality of it was Ace wasn’t the confident person he appeared to be as he was surrounded by friends, laughing loudly, his arm around a girl as they huddled in a large group. He was just a great actor.

If you dared to spend real time with him, you’d see the sort of mess he was. Past the dark eyes, the cocky smirk that played on his lips. He was a bubbling pit of self-deprecation, nerves that quaked under the weight of his lack of self-worth.

Marco only knew the deep insecurities thanks to a drunken fumble months ago. Meeting at a party one of his friends was throwing and the younger man had snuck in, he acted as if he belonged there, chin held high as he waltzed into the kitchen to help himself to booze.

Most people his age drank to get away from stress, to appease their peers, Ace drank to get away from himself. Marco looked back now and knew he should never have let the freckled nightmare grab him by his shirt and smash their lips together.

He wasn’t exactly sober himself, tricked into one too many drinking games to avoid the maddening stress of his finals. It was also very hard to ignore the hand that gripped at his tuft of hair as teeth clicked together, hot tongues tinged with the taste of vodka mingled.

If anyone was a good lay, it was Ace, he wanted to drink and fuck away his darkest demons. The eagerness to please, the desperation to lose himself as he laid himself bare for Marco. He arched and moaned, he whined and cried out in pleasure, the practiced sounds of a well-trained actor.

Marco could tell this was a regular occurrence for Ace, the need to feel anything but what was going on in his head, the cruel bitterness he told himself each night he was alone. If he didn't live for himself, but to please others, if he didn’t spend time in his own company he wouldn’t have to face his biggest enemy, himself.

The sanctity of servitude and thoughtless actions. The hymns of acceptance in the sins of the flesh. Knowing what he was good at and chasing the crumbs of praise that came with each belittling action between the sheets.

Reflections were hard to face for some people. Marco thought Ace was beautiful he’d seen how others viewed him, with jealousy with lust. Ace recognized his beauty on the outside and weaponized it to find his own worth. His insides are ugly and stained, unlovable after all.

Finding a moment's love in a stranger's embrace, in the worship of his body, was enough right?

The truth of what really went on behind the playful smile, coy wink, and the seductive look through fluttering lashes had come in the form of a drunken text. A cry for help from a person he’d collided with once, made the mistake of exchanging numbers.

[I need help] late at night while he was studying for an exam, his phone lit up with the plea.

[What's wrong?]

[I fucked up, I fucked up big time, you're a doctor right?]

Panic flooded his veins at the implications that hung heavy in the air with that message. He felt a cold chill run through him. The beating of his heart thundered in his ears as he grabbed his keys, and wallet, sending a message as he swung open his door.

[Ace, what did you do??]

No response.

He’d never run this fast in his damn life. He remembered where Ace’s dorm was, hurtling down the hall despite the late hour, almost crashing into a wall as he checked his phone for a sign, for a reply, for anything.

Marco didn’t even knock at the messy door covered in stickers and graffiti, thanking the stars the door was unlocked. Ace was sitting on the floor, his knees to his chest as he sobbed his heart out, his hair was greasy, messy, sticking up in all directions. Tears and snot ran down his face as he peered up and stared at Marco.

“Pineapple! Ya came!” he chirped in a surprised tone.

“After what you sent? Why wouldn't I yoi?” he said with a sigh, dropping to his knees and pulling at Ace’s arms, looking over at the scratches, he was bleeding but it was only surface.

“No one else came or even replied..” Ace mumbled sadly as he watched Marco pull his arms out, looking over his superficial marks. If he’d been sober he would have done some real damage.

“I’m different.” Marco mumbled, “Did you take anything yoi?” Ace shook his head and Marco nodded, thankful.

Marco couldn’t stop himself, brushing the ebony locks from the tearful face, placing a kiss on Ace’s forehead, and letting out another sigh, he couldn’t imagine the pain he was feeling. He picked himself off the floor and rummaged around for a first-aid box, just listening to the sniffles from Ace.

“Alright, let's get you cleaned up.”

–

He found himself in Ace’s bed a second time, this time fully clothed, minus shoes. His arms wrapped around Ace as he whimpered, sobering up slowly, arms cleaned and bandaged. Marco kissed the back of his neck, whispering words of affirmation, things Ace had needed to hear all his life. He cried in Marco’s arms, the calming, loving words he struggled to hear, refused to accept but had always longed to for filled his mind as sleep started to pull him away.

His head dizzy, cloudy from emotions and alcohol, he let himself settle, let the warm embrace and kind words whisk him off to a better place, a true reprieve from the nightmares of his conscience mind.

–

Marco watched as Ace laughed with his ‘friends’ grabbing another beer and cracking it open, the girl nestled against him leaning up and whispering something that made his freckled cheeks flush, the grin that spread across his face.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before he got another text, another night Ace wanted to be held as he cried, as he battled his demons. But for now, all Marco could do was allow Ace the coping mechanism he’d chosen and hope one day he would ask for Marco’s help and really take it.

One day Ace would stop running, stop hiding behind a disguise and see himself how Marco saw him. Worthy of love.

#n/sfw #marace #marco x ace #modern au #tw: selfharm #tw: drinking #tw: drunk #tw: angst #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace x marco the phoenix #ace x marco #marcoace #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #fushichou marco #marco the phoenix x fire fist ace

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sin-sidejob · 1 year

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hi, I've had like.. an specific request

it may be triggering for some people tho? so it's okay if you refuse to do it, but, could you do the gang with a s/o that sėlfhärms? I've been struggling with it for almost 4 years and I've found a lot of confort in inside job, now that I'm trying to recover it would really make me happy :')

it's not a way of romanticize the topic, it's more of an "awarness and please take care" thing ?? i guess

also excuse my poor english, english it's not my first language

https://at.tumblr.com/sin-sidejob/702000938228023296/fom6bla4ilnq

I’m not sure that I’d do justice to this prompt or present it accurately — I understand the wish for awareness however, which is why I’m responding and posting this ask because it definitely is something that needs more attention. If anyone else feels comfortable writing this, they’d get my full appreciation and gratitude.

I do wish you luck and a recovery path that helps heal you and your heart as best it can. I hope Inside Job can still provide that comfort and joy you’ve found in it, and if there’s something else you’d like me to write, don’t be afraid to ask. Best of luck and all my love to you! 💖💖💖

#asked and answered #all my love to you anon💖#inside job #personal inside job #my inside job #tw: self harm #tw self harm #tw: selfharm

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allforthe-gay · 2 years

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i need to reread aftg again so i can give y'all more content i'm really sorry for the lack of it😣 i am just in a really bad headspace or whatever right now. i'm trying to find some positive coping mechanisms that fucking work

or maybe no one cares about any of this and that's fine too i suppose, but i just wanted to let you know

#not aftg #me #tw: st #tw: selfharm #i'm just really bad right now.#aftg reread

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belzie-left-me-crying · 2 years

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cut into the bl4ck

#tw: selfharm #tw: cutting

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silly-self-destruction · 5 months

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Wanna be productive but also wanna sh but also can't sh if freind if awake cause she might wanna call and that'd be,, awkward I think?

Not that I haven't done that before but yaknow.

#self h@rm #tw: sh #tw s3lf harm #sh #s3lf harm #tw self h@rm #shblr #tw self harm #tw: selfharm #selfharm #self h4rm #i want to cvt #self destructive behavior #tw self destructive behavior

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