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I’m really glad to help!! No worries, I know you’d do the same for me…. but you know, not involving music. Cause… well… I forgot what I was saying… You’re welcome?

Absolutely, Sweetie! And if you ever need any help in language arts, I’m your mare! Before I had to drop out of college, that was going to be my major, you know.

Spectacular.

I’m sure you won’t mind paying for my food, insurance, medical. Hey! Why don’t I just retire and stay at home all day on tumblr while you work for the both of us and still don’t get any! After all, I’m a magical unicorn, I could beat the poop out of you if you dare refuse any whimsy that happens to cross my mind!

I get the strangest sense that you didn’t think this through.

We’re not even getting into the part that everypony would hate me for.

I don’t know that anypony would stop being my friend over this, but it’s that sort of thing that ponies look at you differently over. Just like that post about my past relationships.

I’m not! I’m not strong. I’m… I’m just…

One day I’ll explain it, and then everypony will understand. But you’ll all wish you never knew.

I don’t know who you are, but I wish you well. Christohoof Robin said it best. (Or to skip to the quote in question.)

Not that I know of.

I do have a callus in the corner of my right eye, though. It gets really veiny and red right there if my eye gets irritated. I use eye drops.

Racism exists in Equestria. I just don’t think it’s as public as it is where you live.

There are unicorns that think they’re better than earth ponies, and earth ponies that can’t understand that we need to use magic to preform the tasks that they can do without. Same goes for pegasi.

Oh… Uh… I don’t…

I mean… I’m not really comfortable with the idea. Especially in my current financial situation.

Even if I did raise a foal, I think I’d rather adopt. I can’t stand the thought of somepony else going through what I went through just because I wanted the foal I raise to share my DNA.

What is trust? It’s just being able to depend on somepony, right? If I act a certain way for a long time and suddenly change, wouldn’t you trust me long enough to justify it?

But, going in another direction, if you pretend to be somepony long enough, that becomes who you are. At least as far as anypony can tell. And all that will ever matter to anypony else is who you appear to be. Nopony can precieve you any other way, so what’s the difference?

This is why I’ve always had a problem with the idea of ‘being yourself’. Yourself isn’t what you want it to be, it’s whatever everypony else sees you as. Your opinion about who you are is only your opinion, and it’s far outweighed by everypony else’s.

That’s an awful strange comment to come from somepony who carries such an ambiguous moniker, by the way.

This is where our differing paths through life have taught me a little more on the subject than you. Information I’m not at liberty to disclose.

That… thing… plus magic, is terrifying.

My life was put in danger because of a gang one of my coltfriends was in. Nevermind the various groups that just targeted any random, defenseless pony for profit and self-gain.

No.

I would literally rather die. No thank you.

He threatened me, my friend. He’s got this superior bullcrap attitude. Noble morality spewing garbage. Ponies like him! They were the ones I had to look out for when I was stealing bread or apples just to eat!

But he choose to be mister save-the-day warrior! Became rich as hay too! Could trot through life without a care in Equestria! I didn’t want that! I actively avoided it as best I could! Didn’t help. Wasn’t enough. Barely made it out at all, and far from well.

And where am I?! For all the running and beatings and stabbings and stealing to survive and… Oh God… That poor girl… She… She begged… and I couldn’t do anything…

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What’s wrong?

I just don’t understand things sometimes…

Gilda, I thought we got along so well because at the end of the day, we both knew the score. We didn’t choose to grow up in hardship, we survived it. But offering to let Sweetie Belle borrow such a horrible story? That’s not okay. That’s not okay for any child, but especially not Sweetie Belle. How could you even consider that?

You couldn’t possibly want anypony to grow up through the nightmares we had to endure, could you? But Sweetie Belle of all fillies? That… disgusts me… She’s already been exposed to one horror after another. That little story could have thrown her over the edge. It took several messages to get the point across to her, what if I’d stopped after the first? What if that had been the last straw for both her and Scootaloo?

And you’re not going to understand where this coming from. Or why it’s such a big deal. It’s just going to look like I’m ranting about nothing. I want you to understand, but at the same time I don’t want you, or anypony to know. Bon-Bon’s the only one I’ve ever told, and only because I had to; we’re living together. I try everyday to ignore it, but it’s the deepest scar I have. I try to pretend it’s normal, that it’s nothing, but it’s everywhere and I know it’s not.

I don’t want anypony to become like me… And if you knew everything… Deep down I pray that you wouldn’t want that either… I try to protect children from the harshest realities, the ones they don’t have to ever see. Failing that, to at least help them cope with what they’ve experienced. I’m not asking you to help me, but please don’t go against me here.

Flippin’ A…

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Socks…

My first lyre was loaned to me by the school. The first one I ever owned was broken into about six or seven pieces during a fight. Of the three I have now, I bought one, and two were birthday presents given to me on the same year by accident.

I see all these sweet stories about musicians and still having their first instrument, but I don’t have one of those. None of my lyres hold any sentimental value to me at all.

For bonus points, my sitar is the only one I’ve ever owned. I saw one in a music store in Canterlot and remembered hearing somepony play one in the streets once. Bought it on a whim.