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Perfection


He thinks he is perfect. Incapable of doing any wrong in a world that’s filled with assholes and he’s always right.  Fist in the air in defiance of any proof that suggests otherwise, I am expected to bow in reverence, support the beast, bolster the lie.  It’s starting to leave a bad taste in my mouth.

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