To be hit by a motorized vehicle by Vivian

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Nov 2011

Shifting forward
I'm ready for this
rubber on gravel, creaking
I'm ready to not be here
fleeting air on skin
One step, one chance
a sudden screech
I'll pretend I didn't see him
walking casually

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Vivian 24/F

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