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Human Parts

Amanda Hariri

Feb 11, 2021

5 min read

Lived Through This

What I Don’t Ask You to Hear

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

Green field. — Photo: Lisa Yount/Unsplash

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.

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