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                      Sinking Slowly                       
                 -by WeakPowerlessTrixie-                  
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                    Nothing To Live For                    
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Nothing To Live For
I was sinking slowly, unable to breath. I tried to go up, but did not have the willpower to, and nothing to live for in that matter. I kept trying, till my cape and hat floated above without me. I knew It was destiny for me to die, more than it was for a average pony to die.
I even watched a couple of ponies watch me commit my own suicide. Nopony cared If I committed suicide, they were actually happy that I did. When I looked up, I saw them smiling that I was drowning. Not a single pony helped me, not even my friends; If I had any.
I thought back to what I did wrong to get me in this mess. Then it hit me. I humiliated those ponies, didn't even said 'Im Sorry' to them. All I wanted is friends. But that was no way to get friends. Not at all. Then, the scene became a dull gray.
I knew I was going to die soon.
I grew sad that I would never have any friends when I die. It isn't a good fate, but it is my fate. I wished I was a nicer showpony. I wish... I wish I had enough confidence to show my face to them after what I did.
It was a good run. I remembered all the happy moments when I was a filly, and all the bad moments that happened to me when I was a mare. Life was easier when I was a filly. I took one last, long stare into equestria. My final image before I died. It would be a happy image, if those ponies weren't happy I was dying.
"Trixie hopes they are happy... foul ponies..." My last tears dripped into the ocean, and became a part of the water. At that moment, I noticed they weren't sad tears, but happy ones. I don't understand why.
I had a smile on my face, then the smile turned to a frown. I had killed myself. The ponies above were cheering at this thought. Just before I died... My last thought dripped into my mind...
I am sorry, mother...