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>A chilly, but beautiful night greets you as the door slowly closes behind you.
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>The cold air smacks you in the face, giving you a bit of a refresher.
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“Fuck, good thing I’m wearing a jacket.”
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>You start to walk away from the bar, and to be honest, you’re far from drunk.
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>At most, you’re a little buzzed, doesn’t help that the liquor here isn’t that strong.
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>On the plus side, your wallet thanks you for not throwing away all your cash.
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>But on the other, it’s difficult to really enjoy yourself at all here in Ponyville.
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>There really isn’t much to do, especially with no real technology to rely on.
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>You should be a bit more thankfully though, at least you have some friends here, so that’s something.
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>You stop to light up a cigarette, and hear some kind of commotion coming from the nearby alleyway.
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“The fuck?”
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>Slowly, you peer down it and see what looks a stallion attacking another pony.
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“You got to be kidding me...”
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>Tossing aside the cigarette, you quickly start to run into the alley and try to help.
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“Hey fuck face!”
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>Just as you yell out, you see the stallion spot you and sprint off in the other direction.
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>Can’t believe this shit, but then again, they have all kinds of fucked up things going on in this world.
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>Unfortunately that fucker is clearly faster than you, so you stop.
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>Doesn’t matter, you start to look around for the poor sap who was attacked.
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>Doesn’t take long, you find the pony laying in the trash nearby.
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“Shit...”
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>You kneel down and try to see if they are alright.
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>Can hardly make out this pony out in this dim light.
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>From what you can tell, they’re pretty beaten up, you gently reach out and touch them.
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“Hey...Can you hear me? Are you alright?”
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>A pained moan escapes their lips.
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>You let out a sigh of relief, at least they’re alive, but you need to get help and fast.
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“Wait right here, I’ll be right back with help.”
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>Just as you stand, you feel the pony grabbed onto your leg.
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>”N-no! Don’t please!”
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>Freezing you try to reason with this unnamed pony.
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“Don’t worry, whoever attacked you is gone, I just need to get some help.”
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>”No, you don’t understand. I’m f-fine really.”
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>Arching an eyebrow, you shake your head.
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“Not to sound like a prick, but you don’t look fine.”
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>The pony sits up a bit, and you get a better look at them.
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>All you can really see is their blue eyes, looks like a mare, though could be a stallion, hard to tell at the moment.
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>”I’m serious, you don’t have to get help.”
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“You were attacked though, we should report this and possibly get you to a hospital.”
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>”I’m telling you, it’s fine, I brought it on myself.”
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>What the fuck kind of logic is that?
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“Somehow, I doubt that.”
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>He? She? Lets out a sigh.
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>”I-it’s complicated, just please...Let this go.”
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>Though they plead, you know you can’t actually give into their request.
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“I can’t do that.”
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>Shaking your head, you start to move again, only for them to latch onto your legs and nearly cause you to fall.
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“What the fuck?!”
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>”PLEASE NO!”
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>You barely manage to hold your balance and feel your own anger rise.
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“I’m just trying to help for fucks sake!”
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>”I didn’t ask for help!”
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“And what? You expected a random passerby to ignore someone attacking another?”
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>It’s now that the pony starts to break down and cry.
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>And now, you realize this is a stallion.
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>Probably the most effeminate stallion you’ve seen here in Ponyville.
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>Well fuck, not entirely sure what happened, but you gotta get him to calm down.
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>You kneel down and gently stroke his back in an attempt to relax him.
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“Shhh...It’s okay. Against my better judgment, I won’t go get others.”
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>Slowly, he calms down, but is still sniffling.
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>”J-just leave me...”
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>You feel like shit, this kinda madness shouldn’t be happening in this world, but here it is.
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>Can’t just leave him though, at the very least, you can try to help him.
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“No can do, at least let me help you get to the hospital or something.”
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>He shivers, and shakes his head.
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>”I don’t need a doctor, I just want to go home...”
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>He tries to stand up, but stumbles.
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>You act quickly and hold onto him.
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“Easy there, if you want to go home so bad, then fine. But I will help you home at the least.”
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>He stares at you with some tears in his eyes.
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>”You don’t even know me, so why are you intent on helping me?”
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“You’re right I don’t. My name’s Anonymous, what’s yours?”
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>He wipes away some of the tears and mumbles something out.
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“Sorry, I didn’t hear that.”
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>”It’s Damage Case.”
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>Do ponies get super high when they name their kids or something?
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>You offer up a handshake with a smile.
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you Damage.”
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>He shakes his head, but accepts your gesture.
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>”Just call me Case...”
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>Nodding you readjust yourself to try to help him.
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“Looks like you’re going to have trouble walking, how about I carry you?”
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>Case does a double take and looks slightly terrified.
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>”I-I’m fine, you don’t want to carry me. I’m too fat and heavy.”
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>Is he serious? He is roughly the size of most mares you see around here.
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>He tries to make a point by standing up.
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>”See? I can make it home just-”
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>Though he tries to walk again, he quickly ends back on his rear.
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“Uh-huh. Just let me help you, okay?”
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>He doesn’t look too happy, but finally relents by nodding.
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>Gently, you wrap your arms around his barrel and pick him up.
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>Just like you thought, he is quite light.
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>And now you can get a better look at him.
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>He has a gray coat, black mane with a pink streak, and is wearing some piercings along with some socks.
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>Can’t quite make out his cutiemark though, but he has a black eye forming and is pretty roughed up.
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>As he is in your arms, he is lightly shaking, probably is pain and scared.
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“Alright, lets get you home. Where do you live?”
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>Case is quiet for a moment or so before he tells you his address.
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>It’s almost on the other side of town, you’re pretty certain you can carry him that far.
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>Hopefully at least…
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>As you walk along, you see some ponies out and about tonight.
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>They all give you weird looks, probably because you’re carrying a pony.
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>He’s been awfully quiet the entire time, not that you blame him.
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>Sure he is light, but you have to readjust your hold on him as it’s starting to get difficult to carry him.
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>Fortunately, you’re almost there and you start to consider what to do.
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>Case really doesn’t want your help, but what the fuck do you do?
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>Your mind is still racing.
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>The only good thing is that you’re almost home.
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>Of course you fucked up, you let yourself hope that it would be different this time.
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>But no, out of all the ways he could’ve reacted, it just so happened to be a very pissed off stallion.
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>In a way, you had hoped he killed you.
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>Then Anon came along and ‘saved’ you.
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>Fucking pathetic…
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>”Alright, here we are.”
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>Snapping out of your thoughts, you see your home and feel a slight bit better.
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>He gently sets you on the ground and stretches a moment.
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“T-thanks...For bringing me home.”
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>Anonymous nods.
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>”You’re welcome.”
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>You’re about to head in, but notice him still standing there.
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“Um...Do you want something?”
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>He looks like something is on his mind, finally he speaks.
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>”Are you going to be alright? I can drop by tomorrow to check on you.”
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>Is he being serious?
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>Why does he keep insisting on helping you?
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“I’ll be fine, you can go home.”
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>”I don’t mind really, it’s the least I can do.”
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>If it gets him to go away, fine.
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“Okay, sure...”
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>He nods and starts to head off back where you two came from.
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>After watching him turn the corner, you wait for a few minutes before heading inside.
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>As the door closes behind you, you call out like you usually do.
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“I’m home!”
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>No answer of course, you’ve been alone a long time since mom left.
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>You let out a sigh and go to take another step, but feel the pain from earlier settle in once more.
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>Letting out a groan, you find yourself practically hugging the floor.
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“So stupid...He should’ve just killed me.”
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>A few tears escape, though you try to stop them.
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“Come on, keep it together, can’t breakdown now.”
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>You get up, and slowly make your way to the bathroom.
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>The moment you turn the lights out, it stings your eyes, but now you can see how fucked up you are.
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>Makeup is smeared, your socks are torn, and you have a black eye.
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“Great...”
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>Gonna be hard to explain that one to your boss in the morning.
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>As you clean up, your thoughts go back to earlier.
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“Why’d he have to help me?”
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>You let out a small gasp of pain as you clean away the makeup.
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“No pony bothers to help me, so why him?”
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>Probably because fate is cruel, and likes having your suffer.
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>You finally remove the last of the makeup and the damaged socks.
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>Without the clothes or the makeup, you look like your usually self.
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“Pathetic.”
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>Shaking your head, you head into the kitchen to grab a ice pack from the fridge and sit at the table.
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>It’s always the same.
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>You meet somepony, whether they’re a mare or stallion, it doesn’t matter.
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>They find out sooner or later that you’re a pathetic excuse of a pony and leave you.
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>Or like earlier, beat the shit out of you.
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>Letting out another groan, the ice pack stings a bit.
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“Why couldn’t I be like everypony else?”
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>You already know the answer to that, you’re a joke.
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>Mares don’t want you because you look too much like a mare.
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>Stallions however, hate how you try to pretend to be a mare.
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>Can’t ever seem to find somepony who accepts you for who you are.
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“I’m probably going to die alone...”
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>As your mind starts to slip into those thoughts, the memories of your mother flash into your mind.
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>She always loved you, no matter what.
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>She protected you from your father and the bullies.
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>Always had the answers and even gave you a reason to live.
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>But she’s been gone a while now, that reason is gone as well.
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>However, you can’t go through with ending it yourself.
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“Because I’m a coward, that’s it, isn’t it?”
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>No that isn’t it.
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>It’s because you’re holding onto hope, just mom used to say.
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>Shaking your head, you feel tired and done with being awake.
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“Screw this, I’m going to bed. At least I’m happier in my dreams...”
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>You toss the pack in the sink and head to your bedroom.
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>You’re still sore as fuck, but that doesn’t matter.
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“Maybe I’ll die in my sleep, that’d be great.”
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>Reaching your room, you lay down and try to fall asleep, but feel your mind wander.
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>Anonymous said he would stop by tomorrow.
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>What do you do if does?
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>Nothing probably, like you always do.
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>You were always weak willed, like dad said...
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>A stray thought enters your mind.
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>What if you two became friends?
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>A laugh escapes you.
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“Yeah right, as if he would ever be friends with a freak like me.”
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>Rolling over, you try to quiet your mind.
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“Just need to fall asleep, and stop thinking about stupid ideas like that.”
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>Regardless, it would be nice to have a friend.
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>Even for a little while.
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>At least for pretend...
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>Your eyes become heavy, and at last, sleep takes it’s hold on you.
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