Those people were allowed to take my life and trash it as if I were nothing and just went on with theirs as I lay ruined. I have to skulk around like vermin in the dark, like I don't have a right to exist. Why?
What did I do?
Care what was happening to another human being? What did that do? Get me looked down upon, threatened? Put through years of humiliation? Sadness? despair? Degradation? Going away wasn't enough. They wanted me dead. My mere existence was too much for them. My help only got me further ruin and humiliation and the demons triumphed.
I was a scapegoat.
The angel died.
So will I. But not for them.
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