Human
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Last published Thu, Feb 18, 2016
"What do you call a person who constantly lies to themselves?"
Ironically, the room went quiet.
"A fool."
"Someone in denial."
"Human."
Adam Price.
Safaye Goodrich.
Beau Richmond.
Ai' Phan.
They all have problems of their own, but what do they know.
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