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// Let the Blood Drip 
// Story: Sad Short Stories 
// by Silver Moon 
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	To the pony who left me dying in the forest,

I know you saw me. How could you not, I was right there? But you ignored me. I was not real to you. I know you saw the tears on my face. I know you saw my battered and bruised body. Yet you pretended that your eyes slipped right over me, not seeing. But you did see me. Yet you did nothing. 
So let the blood drip.
Let the red liquid fall from my nose, my mouth, my eyes. Let it stain my orange fur. Let it fall to the ground and die, just like my dreams.
Let the tears fall.
Let the salty fluid slide down my face and form a puddle at my broken hooves. What do you care? What does anypony care? Why should they? I’m just a Pegasus that will never fly.
“A Pegasus that will never fly.” It’s true. I wish with all of my heart that it wasn't, but it was and is. It will always be true.
So let my hopes and dreams be cast upon the harsh shores of reality.
Let them fall like I did when I tried to fly. Just like them, reality pulled me back, faster, faster. The only difference between us is that I crashed onto the ground and that that was not a metaphor. 
]I never should have tried flying alone. I know that. At least, now I do. When it is too late, I know. But I paid the price. Or I will. Soon. Too soon. Nopony should die before they get their cutie mark. But it looks like I will. Blank flank forever, I guess. Well, maybe not. I’m not dead yet. Maybe my super special talent will be dying. Heh, wouldn't that be grand.
But I’m off topic again. My blood is dripping and I don’t have much time left. I have a point to make still. What is my point, you ask? Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you threw this letter away already. You probably did. What does a dead filly matter to you, anyway? Obviously not much, since you left me to die. 
My point is a simple question. Why? Why did you leave me? Did you see how useless I was and decide to leave me to my fate? Or did you just not know what to do? Regardless of the reason, it’s too late now. I’ll be gone by the time you get this letter, if you ever do. Before I go, I have one last question for you.
Do you even know who I am? Was, sorry. I’m dead now, remember? Do you know what my name was? Did you know if I even had any family, friends, idols? I did, all of them. My family won’t care though, they never liked me. And my idol has bigger things to do. After all, she is the Element of Loyalty. And my friends. If you see them, tell them to keep of crusading. I hope they get their marks soon.
Did you figure out who I am now? Who the orange, blank flank Pegasus who cannot (could not, sorry) fly, who is friends with ponies who crusaded for their cutie marks, who idolizes Rainbow Dash, is? 
Opps, too late. I can feel my eyes closing, but I have one last thing to say. I’m sure you’re wondering how I wrote a letter in the forest. Or maybe not. I'll tell you anyway. The “paper” is bark, the “quill” is one of my feathers (I’m not going to need them anymore, right?) and the “ink?” That is my blood. I let it drip, alright.
We both did.

Scootaloo.