I used to remember my home. I used to remember my parents. I used to remember having friends. Years ago I was taken from my home, to some griffin training camp out in the desert. Now I can't remember how sunshine feels on my coat and mane. I can't even remember my name.

I am beaten almost daily. I have lost count of the scars etched in my skin. Maybe one day I will be set free, but for now, I hang from the ceiling of my stone cell and the chains are digging into my fore legs.

Every time Dashie comes over, I try my best to please her. I just want her to return my love. One day she breaks me completely, but a new stallion comes to town and thinks he can help me. All I want is to be left alone.

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It's my first day in Ponyville. I graduated from a College in Canterlot with a degree in Psychology, but without any real experience in the field, I can't get a job. I was recommended to Ponyville Elementary by a contact in Canterlot and I apply for the job today. There is also a pink mare I met at Sugercube Corner. There is something wrong with her and I want to help her, but she keeps pushing me away.

(Story contains clop, clop, clop!)