Human Parts
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Human Parts

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.
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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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Amanda Hariri

Amanda Hariri

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