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OWNER OF A BROKEN HEARTOWNER OF A BROKEN HEART
a sad pinkie pie fic.
Heartbreak. it can happen to anyone. no matter what you do to make things perfect, one flaw will unravel everything you work so hard for. for pinkie pie this, was just..expected.
so why did it still hurt? because of the words. because she said hopeless, because she said you couldn't do anything right. they hurt because it was true. she could never do anyting right. she couldn't change, she couldn't stop being pinkie pie. and all she felt, was the growing pain, the sadness...but most powerful of all...the anger. it happen every time. for different reasons. for reasons unknown and known to her. she laid on her couch, a half empty bottle of Welch's sparkling non-alcoholic red grape cocktail sat beside her.
She swore to god that she could allow her heart to harden. to let it grow black. love was just a useless word, oh, sure. you find happiness with that one pony, you experiance wonderful lasting memories. when you kiss them, hold them, make lo
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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