"I stare into the oncoming traffic and think, how easily, with one swift motion, decisive, I could be vanquished. Smothered with the closeness of metal on skin, an embrace that cuts, that kills. It should be raining for these thoughts. The sun bounces off the placid hoods, jeering at me with their nearness, their possibility. I don't have the
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