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I exhale and know they linger.

As I beg them to save me,

I know inside that I am already damned,

and fall into sleep.

My dreams become my reality

and my silent prayers are ignored once again

by nonchalant juries of iron-winged angels.

I know they laugh still,

and my heart breaks a bit more than it already was.

I'm sure now that I would be as comfortable

with that change as I am with this current life.

So much for myths and fairy tales,

they gave up on me long ago.