My cutie mark
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My cutie mark

My cutie mark

I hate it.

My cutie mark appeared today.

It is a pair of black angel wings yet I am an earth pony.

I can never fly so why is it my destiny.

I always thought that my talent would be dancing.

Flame Dancer seems like such an unfitting name now.

What could black wings mean if not to fly?

Am I a fallen angel turned evil my the corrupt society I live in?

Am I a false guide for all of pony kind, sent to corrupt all of them?

Who am I if not who I thought I was?

I hate it.

This mark is not really me.

I'm not some fallen angel.

I am Flame Dancer from ponyville.

I have always been her haven't I.

I have memories from my childhood.

I am the same as anypony else.

I am a pony.

I am not a fallen angel or a false prophet.

I am not.

I can't be.

I don't remember my parents faces.

I have been away from home for a day and I can't remember what they look like.

I know that they exist because I exist.

But I never remember seeing them.

I have memories of parents I can't remember.

What's wrong with me?

I HATE IT!

I AM NOT SOME FALLEN ANGEL OR A FALSE PROPHET!

I AM FLAME DANCER!

I HAVE A FAMILY THAT I KNOW EXISTS BECAUSE I KNOW I SAW THEM YESTERDAY SO WHY CAN I NOT REMEMBER THEM!

I AM A NORMAL PONY LIKE EVERY PONY ELSE IN PONYVILLE!

I AM ME!

I AM NOT SOME FAKE PONY.

Or am I?

What am I.

Am I a fallen angel?

Is that why I can't remember my family?

They are a false creation I put in my head when I fell.

Did I fall yesterday?

Is that why I remember that as the last time I saw my family?

It was the last time I was with the other Angels.

What am I doing here?

I. Hate. It.

I. Hate. Everything

I am going to go and burn this notebook.

Nopony will hear about this.

This is my secret.

If you are not me then I am dead or this notebook has been lost.

Forget me.

Forget you found this notebook and forget you read it.

I am not real.

Flame Dancer is nobody to you or anypony else.

I hate this.

If you are not me then who are you?

Some twisted crook looking through my stuff.

What do you want from me?

Why do you want something from me?

I am a fallen angel, I am a false prophet here to lead you astray and ruin your life.

Get away from me.

Leave the notebook where you found it and get out.

Run.

Run and escape the path to evil.

I will lead you further astray you thief.

Can you go further than you already are?

Have you killed a pony?

Held a knife in his chest as you watched the blood mat his coat and the colour drain from his dying body?

Have you dragged the limp corpse of your own race away from the scene?

Or did you just leave the poor stallion there on the floor for his little Philly to find?

That is how dark the path of the false prophet is.

Are you prepared to do that to a stallion and his family?

Look into that little girls eyes and see the horror in them as she sees her father laying on the floor, limp and lifeless, the gentle rise and fall of his warm chest gone, his blood staining the carpet.

She can never forget that moment and you would be the one to scar her with that memory.

That is the dark path of the false prophet.

To think I could be some fallen angel seems impossible.

I live the life of the false prophet.

I live the cruel life of the false prophet.

I live the lonely life of the false prophet.

I can never be near something without corrupting it.

I can never love something or my corruption will destroy it.

I can only ever be alone.

I spread discord wherever I go.

Is this why my parents split up?

Is this why everyone at school hates each other?

I am not some fallen angel.

I am the false prophet sent to corrupt the world.

I can never have anything nice or ever be loved.

I can only ever turn things bad.

I am bad.

I am evil.

I was never Flame Dancer the earth pony.

I have always been evil.

I have a head full of fake memories.

I hate it.

I am nothing.

I have nothing but hate.

I am hate.

If I hate it do I just hate me?

I bring hate.

Hate is all my life is.

Am I some weird changeling that feeds on hate?

Is that why I create hatred everywhere I go?

Am I a siren that can't sing?

What am I?

WHAT AM I?

I am evil.

I am a killer sent to destroy you all.

I am kira.

I am the end of ponyville.

Destroy me if you can.

Let me die so everypony can live.

I have to kill you all.

I have no choice.

I have nopony.

You have friends.

You have a family.

I am alone.

I don't need to live.

My purpose is to destroy you all.

I have no future.

All I can to is kill and make ponies kill.

I am a false prophet sent to destroy the pony race.

WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME!

I DON'T WANT TO KILL EVERYONE ELSE!

I WANT A LIFE!

I WANT TO GROW UP AND HAVE A SPECIAL SOMEPONY AND FRIENDS AND I WANT TO LIVE!

I DONT WANT TO BE A FALSE PROPHET!

I JUST WANT TO BE FLAME DANCER.

I JUST WANT TO LIVE A NORMAL LIFE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!

I just don't want to live like this.

I just don't want to live.

I don't want to live this life so just kill me.

KILL ME!

I hate life.

I hate this.

I hate everything.

I hate it.