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                      Painted Darker                       
                   -by EternalIceheart-                    
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               A Lonely Soul - A Droned Land               
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A Lonely Soul - A Droned Land
The corral of starving stomachs and the looks of droned ponies surround me, telling a story of loss and despair, sadness and defeat. I tuck my mane under my cape's hood, strolling along as a montage of shops and bakeries fly by my side. I try to keep my walk elegant, but what is the use? For my significant other had left me for another, Discord has taken over Equestria, no pony dares to walk out of their own homes and depression fills the air in a darkened blanket. The only time a pony would dare to walk outside was when the Stands were open. All you'd receive was a dry, rusty pail with stale oats, a fleshed apple and thick, warm water, though all unhealthy and disgusting, if you were desperate (in this case, we all are) you'd be lucky to get a lick of a three day old puddle.
So there I stood in line, I waited.