The flashy girl from Flushing.
that in the end,
during the last stretch,
I wasn't going to make it.
It would take a shot to my chest,
or a knife to the gut,
or a vehicle to run me down.
And I was scared.
I was scared that
it wouldn't end the way
I wanted it to end.
And all in the name of perfection.
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