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Human Parts
A publication from Medium about humanity: yours, mine, and ours.

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Lived Through This

I don’t believe I know who I am if I’m not special, targeted, marked, hated

Green field.
Green field.

My greatest fantasy is that someday, wherever I am, a man with a blank face will walk up to me and hit me so hard that I collapse to the ground and black out.

When I was 16, my best friend dropped me off at my house a few hours after school let out. I remember the canned reek of onion rings from the local Sonic, the way the rolled-down window framed my shirtless father walking to the passenger door, the look in her eyes as he swung the door open and pulled me out by my arm, the moment…

Human Parts

A publication from Medium about humanity: yours, mine, and ours.

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