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archived from 13/01/13
not mine

>you wake up, only to realize that you are once again in the land of equestrian.
>your head is pounding.
>which it usually does when you wake up here.
>You look at your calendar.
>you were on earth the whole week until today, which is Saturday.
>The changes in dimensions between sleeping on earth and waking up here is fucking with your head.
>The weird thing about coming here is that even if you spend day in equestria,
>what makes you come here is still unknown for you.
>but your starting to see a pattern.
>you walk downstairs.
>because like it or not, you’re stuck here for now.
>grab a bowl and open the fridge to get some milk.
>but since you only live in this world every now and then, its empty.
>you go out to your garden and grab some apples from the tree you got from Applejack.
>You go inside again.
>While eating your sorry excuse for a breakfast, you come to mind that you will soon have your daily visit by one specific yellow horse.
>She comes to your house every day even tho you’re not here most of the time.
>you always wonders what drives her, what keeps her motivated to come home to you every morning?
>And with that question hitting your brain, you are lost in thought.
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>The time flows away and a shy yellow horse soon enter the house without you noticing it.
>but the noise of hoofs on your floor snaps you back to reality.
>Fluttershy rush and fly though your kitchen and making you fall of your chair with a hug.
>you don’t hit the ground very hard, since Fluttershy pretty much carries you mid-air.
>”I feared that you wouldn’t come back this time.”
“I hoped I wouldn’t need to come back either.”
>”Don’t say that, I missed you!”
>She is starting to tear up.
>You stand up, still having the yellow pony strapped to your chest.
“Have you ever wondered why I come here?”
>She now releases you from her hug and land in front of you.
>”Not really…..I asked twilight, but she have no idea.”
“Well, I’m starting to see a pattern. So I think I now know why.”
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>You feel your throat getting thicker as if you’re about to cry
“I wake up here every time I am depressed, every time I cry myself asleep I wake up here.”
>A single tear runs down your cheek as you speak.
“And when I feel better about myself and snap out of the depression, am I thrown back to reality in my world. As if I never were here”
>You face the ground to cover up the fact that you are at the edge of crying
>Fluttershy looks devastated over what she just heard.
“I hate this place. But only because if I loved it, I would just be sent to earth again.”
>You look up to face her.
“And I don’t want to go back.”

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