In an ideal world no one cries. In most pony's world ponies cry, they weep and feel sorrow. They feel pain but there's always someone there: a parent, friend or even a pet. In my world ponies cry, ponies weep, ponies feel sorrow. I feel pain. That's it. Nopony is there for me, no friends, no family, not even the stray cat at the end of the street. No one. I didn't choose this life, it didn't choose me. It just happened. No pony understands, maybe they do, maybe not, it doesn't matter. Either way no pony cares. When I cried they didn't cry back. So shouldn't I continue this tradition?

First time trying to write first-person narrative that changes each chapter and second time writing fanfiction. Please no hate, but constructive criticism welcome. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MY LITTLE PONY OR HASBRO
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Teen for language and slight gore.
I have chosen to reveal the plot as I doubt I shall continue writing. Hope you enjoy!