'Her... Why her?
I guess I will never know.
She's the mare who runs through my head every waking hour.
Why was she the only one who meant anything to me?'

The collected memories of a lonely pony as he recollects on his life, making one wonder: is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?

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