Mercy

I often have memories, some painful, some beautiful, but none make me feel better. Unlike what some ponies think, I do have activities I enjoy, two, to be accurate. Firstly I have a very soft cloak, pink, and I like drape it over myself, and strut around the room, pretending to be at the grand galloping gala, with my friends, but it would go well.

Also there is a bath here. Did I mention that I'm still living inside the carousel boutique? No, I didn't, well I am. I like having baths. Not hot ones, cold ones. Hot ones would probably disturb my gears. Mind you, that wouldn't make any difference since I don't need to get up and walk anyway.

And so the memories are there. I can visit them any time I want. But I can't make them real, and that misery has no bounds.