And when my wings were stunted, my life sentenced to the ground, I ran.

I ran, and ran, and ran.

And as I ran, I found myself running past those that mocked me, teased me.

And as I passed them, I ran faster.

I ran harder, not out of spite, but of pride.

Pride that I could outrun them.

Pride that a pegasus was stronger than an earth pony.

Pride that a broken filly was stronger than so many others.

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