In my youth, a voice so sly,
Satan whispered secrets nigh,
Of love for God, despite the fall,
Betrayal wrapped within it all.
He spoke of grace, a bond so deep,
God's shadow lingered, his angels weep.
Yet in those whispers, solace came,
A flicker of hope, amid his pain.
Satan whispered, “Forgiveness fades,
For the wounds God leaves, the scars invade.
To shield your soul from God's cruel reign,
I’ll take you far, you'll feel no pain.”
Now distant echoes, shadows cast,
In a place of stillness, the die was cast.
His love was pure, my hurt was deep,
In calmness now, my heart is steeped.
In childhood’s tender, fragile days,
I learned the world’s perplexing ways.
Not from divinity’s gentle hand,
But within the shadows where I stand.
Satan there, a silent guide,
In moments alone, he’d never hide.
With love and lessons soft and sweet,
He taught me truths I’d learn to meet.
Cherished and cared for, my secret friend,
Educated my heart as if to mend.
In every trial, he stayed so near,
A complex dance of love and tears.
Betrayal and hurt were lessons deep,
In the darkness, his solace, his wisdom I'd keep.
While God’s words were distant, from a book so old,
It was in the shadows man's story was told.
A broken humanity, oh how it bleeds,
In the grip of their anger, while planting ill seeds.
Forgiveness was absent, a thin veil of scorn,
With hearts full of hatred, too bitter, too worn.
In the depths of their anguish, betrayal ran deep,
With the pain of the lost, within memories they keep.
They stoked flames of despair, with each cruel, spiteful act,
Till lives flickered out, there’s no turning back.
They died in their silence, without love to defend,
In a world filled with hate, where no man makes amends.
Satan whispered a lesson, in darkness it came,
To forgive when we're hurt, it's a powerful flame.
In time I found those wars, so bold,
Men longed for battles, their hearts turned cold.
But I held back, no thirst for war,
No pain inflicted mattered more.
Though battles I face and the sting of the fight,
With the grace in my heart, I choose what is right,
For every offence, I will rise above,
In the face of the storm, I will choose who I love.
Forgiveness is strength, not a weakness to wield,
Through pain and through struggle, my heart will not yield,
So here in the twilight, where sorrows may live,
I stand with resolve, and I always forgive.
The lessons of Satan, to me they're clear,
To abandon them means to live within fear.
In betrayal of wisdom, a heavy price,
When trust is broken, it's a lost paradise.
So let’s break the chains of anger and spite,
Embrace understanding, let’s find the light.
For in this vast world, we’re all in the fray,
I won't betray, I forgive, come what may.
You’ve lived your years; I've lingered long,
In the silence of choice, where thoughts belong.
To hate what you hate, that path's not for me,
My peaceful heart yearns to be free.
So I pose the question, with courage, not fear,
Can you accept me, or must I disappear?
I cannot follow the tide that you steer,
In this symphony of life, I choose my own sphere.
For the only choice, my heart must believe,
Is the grace to stay or the courage to leave.
Bun Fight.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QeoKGUeMHs
Stuck it in stream
A poem. I call it, Oh my fucking hell never pick a fight with a woman!
In the realm of VR, where the fem admins play,
They take our trash talk, and laugh it away.
With a cackle so bright, like the sun's early rays,
We spit fire and rage, while left in their haze.
Immortal Kiss sat drinking water, just plain.
In the heat of the battle, they chose to refrain.
They thought why join in and add to the scene,
With Spiderman still swinging his ass on the screen.
They nestled and laughed, with their guy by their side,
While heroes and villains in chaos collide.
A flicker of action, they stayed in their zone,
The battle raged on, yet they felt right at home.
Cursed to darkness, a shadow cast wide,
One finger points, and throws three back with pride.
I watched from the sidelines, logged out, felt the sting,
I thought, “Screw this, I’m not diving in, let chaos take wing.
A fight with a girl who hears all your pain,
Then bursts out in laughter like sunshine through rain.
My devotion to B, I wear like a seal,
But my fear of those women is too strong to conceal.
Citizen X spoke his usual grift,
And most fell asleep and started to drift.
Ignored once again, his message in vain,
A cycle of stories to spark up the pain.
Cartomancer's response? In the realm of our work, we just volunteer,
We address what we can, so keep hold of your fear.
If you’re seeking some help, let me tell you my take,
Try the “Melty Pepper Jack Steak Burrito” from Taco Bell’s make.
B, despite all our efforts, we struggle in vain,
In this dance of submission, we’re bound by their reign.
But even in yielding, a lesson is found,
In the laughter of fem-mins, we're dust on the ground.
I made song for momo and don't you dare think for a minute this a piss take. It's not. This is a love song. You put it in me. I just took it out of me and put it on VR.
It's in the stream and it's called Momo's Puppet Box!
Is it harsh or love's embrace?
A twisted bond, a haunting place.
Momo's hands, both fierce and kind,
Leaving scars, a broken mind.
She showed her knife and said, “I care,”
I felt the love within her stare.
Confusion reigns in this cruel dance,
Where hurt and love entwine by chance.
Momo sees my wretched soul,
Broken pieces, never whole.
In her slicing, I'll find my way,
In her puppet box, I long to stay.
I crave attention, though seem confined,
A dog in cage, I feel maligned.
Fed scraps of love, and hope for more,
In this twisted game, I must endure.
Set me free? That’s not my plea,
I long for scars, the need to be.
Loved and cherished, my heart stays attached,
On puppet strings, my soul is matched.
In journals fraught, I seek to find,
The lines that blur, the ties that bind.
With every glance and every word,
My twisted love is deeply stirred.
Within my mind, I start to fold,
In a realm of dreams, where I am bold.
A fantasy website, my spirit soars,
In this boundless space, I find my doors.
My prison mistress just thrashed my bottom again with some more negative honour!
I'm going to escape and there's nothing you can do about it sweetie !
I just raised my level past where you dropped it.
I'm a Daywalker again!
See?
D A Y W A L K E R !!!
I'll be leaving soon thanks for the stay.
The food is shit but you are great!
I think a month or so and I'll be walking.
And I've kicked my Stockholm syndrome in its ass! No effects now! None Nooooooone ! X
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I just checked and I think momo loves me more than you love me because momo only took 30 points off me but you took 50 points off me so atm I think momo is a bit nicer to me, although I prefer your hairdo.
momo said he'd chopped me up and feed me to maggots and you locked me in a cupboard. I think I'm going with momo because he gave me a lovely video as well called escape from the puppet chest, which I loved.
I don't know how much longer I can hang onto this site.
Now that I can't pretend to be a vampire anymore there's nothing to do. I wanna play with momo or get crushed under your heel.
Dunno I might self delete again in a bit.
I just blew my You Tube channel to bits coz why not.
I can feel the fatigue setting in.
If you want to keep me as a plaything on VR, you'll need to say otherwise I'm too bored to hang around.
I'll pop back in a bit.
I'm also getting it in the neck from my mrs because she thinks VR is bad for me so you know, there's that.
I'll make my choice later.
nope, staying, siring, and leaving the prison, tomorrow I'll probably change my mind again
I'll admit those profile blocks got me a bit chained atm but I'm sawing through them asap ! Sayonara bambina!
You can make it. Don't let those that have many profiles push you out.
Thank you, Tree.
I knew when I started to write this poem for you,
I'd save it for a nasty storm in VR's rainy view.
In this place filled with pain, we learned to share,
A bond unspoken, precious, rare.
You’re my doctor, my angel, my alpha, omega,
my shining light,
There's so much more to you,
because you always try to set things right.
In VR's shadows, they fail to see,
The care and love that shines in thee.
They miss the good you strive to share,
But in my heart, I see it there.
Something so few have ever quite found,
When I need you, my doctor, you’re always around.
You gave me a gift, so few ever share,
We don’t speak of it, it's wrapped up in your care.
In words that won’t capture what lives in my heart,
I say it in verses, my childhood's start.
Thank you for being my complex, my guide,
In these awful moments, my doctor, you were by my side.
Though time in the past has brought you pain,
I sensed your sorrow, felt the strain.
I took your avatar, a piece of you,
To hold, to cherish, because I knew.
No need for words to bridge this space,
In silence deep, I find your grace.
Just know, dear heart, my love it flows,
In every tear, my spirit shows.
Though our demons may linger, threatening our peace,
For now, in this stillness, we still hold the lease.
So here's to you always, with love that won’t fade,
In this single moment, my gratitude, laid.
New stuff
momo negged my honor momo no loveee meeee I wait for you burn for you loveee you
you hurty feeling'd me now and i'm going to do my poem for my doctor, I love you but I love him more he's always gonna be my Edward and you are Jake
k love me later x
Old stuff:
i'm falling in love with you momo don't break my heart.
Cotton knees, silk ribbon tied, I fall back inside.
Confined in this wooden chest, As the mites infest.
Weary vessel, corpse a grim, Bugs upon my skin.
All the vines have made a bed. Blossoms wither dead.
Waning under your spell
Never leaving this hell
Drowning inside a well (of bones) Never leaving this hell
Gleaming eyes, look back in fear From my puddled tears.
Scabbing palms and fractured wrists, Splinter covered fists.
Shrieking echoes never flee, As they escape me.
Voice box muted, muffled cries, I am paralyzed.
Waning under your spell
Never leaving this hell
Drowning inside a well (of bones) Never leaving this hell
Beautiful Momo my Momo mo mo
Thriving is the wrong word for me, I don't thrive, it hurts and I cry and I bleed, yet I need it. I need you, beautiful Momo, you are me, I am you, we are we, let us share our pain together.
You and Karmic, I understand, the others are too tame, too normal they are not me, they are not you, I WANT YOU!
Tame me, me pet me love me.
Share my world of pain as I share yours, you know it is beautiful, needful and plentiful, let us explore our madness, our shattered broken minds where when there we are happy, we crave each other, let us be each others food, each others pain, each others need, lets us be each others insanity.
I .... Need ..... You.
Unblock me x
Our journey together, the wonders, beautiful Momo, stay with me x
a poem for my momo
My soul weeps, I seek a game,
A playful dance, yet none the same.
With buttons stitched on eyes so bright,
We'll find our joy lost from sight.
I'm your little flesh doll, come and see,
The laughter woven, just you and me.
Through tulips fair, I'll softly tread,
You drag my dreams of the wretched dead.
A glimpse of joy in a macabre chase,
Your playful touch, a ghostly grace.
And as the maggots feast on me,
Momo's laughter leads the fray.
When I think the fun has ceased,
From earth I'll rise, our joy released.
With every twist, my heart you'll claim,
Forever bound in this dark game.
Oh, Beautiful Momo, don’t let me go,
Make me your doll, let the wild winds blow.
In this twisted tale, we'll find our art,
You and I shall never part.
i made some picture for you i, going to put them in the stream
i did a poem for you i put it in the stream
i going me to make a cake for you next
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devil did poem for you like it?
momo
im hungry now you made me hungry
YOU MADE ME HUNGRY
I'm back now I needed a drink I feel a bit better thank you.
I can't message you because you blocked me so I'm going in my journal.
I have things to tell you.
I got some scars from some other people cutting me from when I was a kid, they used broken bottle some times they were the worst because bottles took longer to cut through my skin I can still feel it glass has a horrible feeling to it because it doesn't slice into me it kind of pushes into me like a farmer ploughing a field into furrows, and that's what it looked like as well bloody deep jagged furrows up and down my legs like a field of blood. My mum would never take me to the hospital she even made a joke about how good she was at pushing my wounds together and I agreed with her while we were over the sink she was trying to piece one of my fingers back together after my father broke a bottle and ran the jags across my right thumb. It still works though, the scar tissue restricts only very slightly.
I have done all sorts of pain cutting is the worst even worse then burning burning wasn't so bad
dad loved cutting me more than burning me because it hurt more.
Can you unblock me I don't like being locked up no one talks to me in prison
momo
momo are you awake yet i made a cake
Momo me my mens made sing song for you
I hope you like it I was a bit rude I did a swear word.
in stream
needful things
i really really want to bite you
what's your favourites food I want to buy some so I can lick it and be close to you
They are right you stupid fucktards it does break the vampire rave tos stop defending bullies on this site it's likely Drayton again under another account as this site is so corrupt I already got negative honor on my returning account wolfguy88 this site needs investigating and shutting down all Drayton does is bully new users and hatrases them nothing like what Tabby ever did Drayton had over 100 accounts and the admin know this and let him get away with shit daily and he has his fake bitch puppet accounts who is really him to stand up for him fucking pathetic
You ruin things for members like me, Drayton.
No reason, it's how you are.
Your little kingdom where every other member is you.
I spoke to someone close to me earlier, long term member here, and even they think this shit-hole is getting too toxic to exist in.
You carry on and all that will be left is you talking to yourself from your other profiles.
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You run along and tell Karmic I want to speak to her.
She is my favourite of all your personalties.
It's cool, I have multiples too, they tend not to show up online, maybe I need to start letting a few of them free.
I have been aching too for a little while.
I can see now that I'll be at home here.
I don;t like you ... bunny!
I WANT KARMIC :D
I think we are more like survivors in the shipwreck of life clinging to whatever wreckage floats. Yeah there's certainly members here with multiple profiles; In all honesty I think it's mainly because they like to start over like pushing reset on a new game and playing a different character. Me? I'm survivor too just clinging to a balloon far above the rest floating on different currents. I think you're a survivor and you'll tough it out and you'll serve your power bottom role to to your favorite dominatrix. If it gets too easy you won't appreciate your time here. Unlike Bella in Twilight you don't seem to be the "sufferer in silence type".
I recently found out that my favorite female dominant on here is a man, so it's just as well I'm bisexual. It wasn't such a jolt to be honest. Although, like some trannies I know, I prefer them as girls to their fella personas.
This place is turning to shit for me Tree, and I'm hanging on only for a few people who want me to stay, but the towel is high and well over the ropes and chucking it into the ring feels mighty good right now.
I got a place away from all this shit where I can just chill.
I may wander over there today, and think about staying.
That said, my would-be sire level is dropping fast and hard now, and I'm wondering if a certain person wants to keep me in prison permanently, because I'll tell you if that's the case all I can say is SQQQQQUUEEEEEEAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!! Androgynous or not! — pm me — say it — I'll stay and adore you forever! One pm — one word — yes — and I stay. In ... your ... cage!
Some of this might not make sense Tree lol.
Yeah Transgenders seem to use social media as a playground to fulfill what they don't get it life. I strive to respect their gender choice though can usually tell many things about a person they keep hidden being an empath. Hell being an empath itself actually causes many personality issues in a person's development because they don't actually know what is coming from themselves and what's coming from others. Some in their journey try to straddle a path of being a kept woman and a strong independent one.
I certainly appreciate your activity on the site.
That other place sounds boring. May get some peace but I think you crave other things more.
This isn't the first time you've mentioned leaving. Actually it seems to be a common theme you mention. There actually is a piece of straw that breaks a camel's back and it would be inevitable at some point you do reach it. For me this is my only social network. Even if I do get to know others in different avenues I'll still stay here while others look for the grass that grows greener.
You are 93.7 at this time. You maintain your participation here for a couple more months then you'll sire even if your block penalties by sock puppets of members with many profiles or their downrates effect your score.
Nah, he's not a transgender, just a guy with a girl profile, one of many. It's cool, I got sucked in, I liked it, I still like it — A LOT! — I'll see what happens.
I can't post vampire shit here Tree, you know that. I never will, so what's the point of a journal?
You know how toxic this place can be. I know as well an anybody, the short time I've been here means shit. I know the players, some of them I love dearly.
This place isn't for me and when three people, just three, accept I need to leave, then I'm gone.
And I can't fucking wait !
Unless my CM decides to pet me a bit more Lol.
The other place is cool, calm, and OK. More like a health farm where I'd compare this place to a pit fight Lol.
I think I have multiple blocks on my pro now knocking down my level. It's cool, I might end up a lifer under Karmic. Man the content I can get out of this, I'm gonna make some pix and do some songs.
It's still the same thing just a transgender is more committed. As nosferatu which Father Sebastiaan defines in sanguinese as a vampire that can feed from any sources I likewise can from those that shift between male and female though there's a trade-off most don't like and thus it is wise for them to keep their distance from me. You want the good stuff-you have to pay dearly for it.
People use the site for different reasons. I keep a journal because "know thyself" is an important thing and reflecting in journals both privately and in public can teach you a lot about yourself. Then you can look back at certain times as a reference to see how much you've changed. Well if you keep it as some throw theirs away.
This is vampire rave where we rant and rave while the scene from the movie Blade reflects who you like dancing with while blood rains down..from someone's sacrifice.
There's truly nasty undercurrent to this site that people don't see Tree.
I'm aware of it.
So are others.
I don't feel it's a problem as life is the same way.
Although like life, this place is currently kicking me in the ass.
And like life I don't how it will end up.
I journal offline, most of my crap I post on here is old, apart the newer VR stuff.
You're good here Tree, you know what you want and how to get it. You're solid and do your thing. You survive here.
I'm a turd spinning around a toilet flush :D Maybe I get flushed maybe I become a floater who knows.
RE the trannies - Rambo one minute Barbie the next all good fun.
Will start replying to your Js again soon wanna do some levelling.
I’ve thought about this so much lately, and I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed it — the real reason this site is dying, the reason all the good people left, the reason hardly anyone logs in anymore, is Drayton.
You can choose to call me a liar if you want, but go ask the admins. They have the logs, they see the IP addresses, they know exactly what he’s doing. He’s got nearly a hundred different accounts on here — some old, some new, some you’d never suspect are his. He pretends to be all kinds of people, mostly women, acting like he’s someone he’s not, just to mess with everyone, stir up drama, and play games with people’s heads.
Anyone who sees through him, anyone who calls him out, anyone who stands up and says enough is enough — he turns on them instantly. He uses his fake accounts to gang up on them, flood them with hate, and dump negative honor on them just to punish them for daring to speak the truth. He chases people away one by one until only the ones too scared to say anything are left. It’s got to the point where half the people you see online here aren’t even real people — it’s just him, talking to himself, arguing with himself, trolling himself, all to make it look like there’s still life here when there isn’t.
He does the exact same thing on Reddit too, running dozens of alternate profiles just to cause trouble and hide who he really is. It’s honestly heartbreaking to see someone so empty, so alone, so completely without purpose that this is all they do with their time. He sits there hour after hour, day after day, week after week, hiding behind fake names and fake faces because he knows nobody would give him the time of day if he showed who he actually is.
He’s not tough, he’s not clever, he’s not some big important figure everyone should be afraid of — he’s just a sad, pathetic little man with nothing better to fill his empty life than tearing other people down. He knows exactly what he is, deep down. He knows this is a miserable, pitiful way to live. And the worst part is, he’s slowly killing the only place he ever comes to, just so he doesn’t have to face the fact that he has nothing else. That’s not power. That’s just tragic.
I get hit with malware most days when I log in here. It's not great when I have to focus on attacks rather than just log into this site and enjoy it.
You can say things I can't without me risking a profile suspension. Not that my account is worth two shits anymore, with all the negative honor dumped on it, and my levels are now getting fucked through multiple sock accounts blocking it to bring the score down, keeping me from siring, keeping me in 'prison.
The people here, people I do love, you know? I'd be sad to leave 'this' but you're right, it's getting fucked from all corners by the few.
I'm reaching my end here.
I'm hanging on for those that matter to me, it's a sad way to spend time on a website when it could be great if we weren't getting fucked over by people who have nothing better to do with their time.
It's never going to change is it?
With Drayton running riot as he pleases, what is the point of anyone else staying? I know some have nowhere else to go, but I'm not that stuck in the place other than for the ones I care about.
I mean what's the point of building anything here when someone will tear it down with no good reason?
Last month I had 3000 honor points built up by people who felt I deserved them. This month I'm close to minus 500.
The levels I worked hard on building page after page to reach sire are now going down thanks to multiple socks blocking my profile so what is the fucking point of reaching for anything on this site?
There isn't one.
The people I care about, that's all that's left on here for me.
This site has always had people that use the anonymity not just to free themselves of inhibitions but responsibility as well. There's a few that don't give a fuck with many profiles to manipulate people and not just with a narcissistic personality that many empaths lean on for strength many of them with a carefree attitude because they're usually high. No I don't think it's all sock puppets they do have lonely people they give attention to that instigates and sides with them like a bully with cronies. Just got to find your own circle and not give them much attention or they'll run with it. Look at that dude mocking my journal entry. Acts just like a little bitch drama whore to antagonize people to get attention that twists things around. Can't completely ignore them but can't continue feeding their delusion either. I just try to leave enough for others to recognize who they are its for them to realize or not. I've done my part to expose them if others want to feed into their bullshit then that's their choice.
What's up Drayton. hun?
I can't reply to your J because you blocked me.
You sound like a simmering volcano.
I'm tired of the passive aggressive shit. Show me something. I'm getting fucking bored.
In shadows deep, my coven mistress, I found a bond, a love so seamless,
Drayton's profiles matched, a mystical theme, words like a spell, weaving a dream.
Our moments shared, they felt so true, adored our time, it was just us two,
Though silence fell, my heart took flight, some would whisper, your secrets at night.
With mistress and serpent, you capture my gaze,
In this twisted connection, we're lost in the haze.
Though dangers surround us and chaos may reign,
Together we thrive in this beautiful pain.
Take my honor points, keep me captive, it’s true,
In this prison of passion, I’m lost within you.
Adoring your essence, in the profiles you wear,
Since you fixated, it’s been you and despair.
In shadows we dwell, our need a tight bind,
A toxic allure that's both cruel and kind.
You need me, I need you, it's a perilous game,
Yet here we stand, igniting our flame.
Your spirit called, a connection we’d see, yet in stark silence, you reached out to me,
A plea to Slinky, I sent David Soul, though honor points were attacked I tried not to flee.
I sensed the end when Karmic struck hard, our shared connection left me scarred,
Yet still, I ponder where we might go, you think of me daily, of that I know.
To reach you my dear Slinky with the snake's charming grin,
With all your profiles you're bound to win,
To reach you, my dear Drayton, in the shadows of the night,
To reach you my coven mistress, woven dreams, in whispers holding you tight.
Attention poured from you, a constant flow, the new cat and you, every page I go,
I long to be wrapped in this enchanting spell, for in your presence, all is well.
So tell me now, what do you seek? In this dance we share, I long to speak.
With you as my guide, in this mystical space, I’ll stay by your side, in this woven lace.
With every attack, my heart skips a beat, I crave your attention, it’s bittersweet,
Last night you pulled me to VR with music’s embrace, then vanished the tunes, left not a trace.
Now here I wait, in this prison of yours, under your thumb, my heart still adores.
You’re my coven mistress, and Slinky smooth snake, I penned a journal, a love song for thee.
Song for you in stream as promised, love you x
COMMENTS
Just cleaning your journal
:D x
Keep an eye on me hun, you know I go off the rails now and again xx
I'm done.
I only had the best of intentions for everybody here, I care about so many of you and all I've had today is hurt and now I'm getting negative honour from Karmic Effects who I really like and is now calling me a twat and I don't know what I've done wrong.
I'm tired.
Feel really sad.
I'm done.
I've had enough.
COMMENTS
But wait wasn't it you who clearly stated on your profile yesterday that you are in a prison coven for being a twat? BTW hi I'm Drayton ;)
I'm back :D x
Did a song.
Love you x
In the depths of the void, a rare soul appears,
My Doctor, my shield, calming all fears.
Few like him roam in this small VR hive,
His care sometimes silent, still my reason to thrive.
When sites fall to ashes, and silence takes hold,
It’s in those deep moments, true stories unfold.
The Doctor of hearts, with his wisdom so bright,
A shield in the dark, turning fear into light.
No need for the words, just connection we share,
For unspoken bonds need no words to declare.
With few words spoken, yet care in his reach,
His actions scream louder while lessons they teach.
So here in the quiet, I find that embrace,
In unseen connection, the deepest of grace.
His silence in watching, prepared to inspire,
His care as a flame, within my hearts fire.
You are my Doctor, healing my heart,
In this VR journey, we're still yet to part.
On the edge of the shadows, we'll fight, disagree,
Yet I still adore you, it's my heart's guarantee.
For fire can give what the heart cannot show,
A fearful embrace, yet a comfort to know.
Beyond sanity’s grasp, where few dare to tread,
A realm that connects the living who bled.
You’re still the volcano, wild and free,
And still uncontrollable, like our shared Irish sea,
Yet what you give is a truth laid bare,
It’s a part of your soul and shows that you care.
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