A little under a year ago, I started writing a story. It was a story about a demon, and aliens, and forgotten memories, and six technicolor ponies. When I began to write this story, I told myself that I would see it through to the end even if few people saw it. Well a bout of depression and self loathing took care of that commitment. I abandoned my two stories to forever gather dust here, unfinished.

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A little under a year ago, I started writing a story. It was a story about a demon, and aliens, and forgotten memories, and six technicolor ponies. When I began to write this story, I told myself that I would see it through to the end even if few people saw it. Well a bout of depression and self loathing took care of that commitment. I abandoned my two stories to forever gather dust here, unfinished.

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A little under a year ago, I started writing a story. It was a story about a demon, and aliens, and forgotten memories, and six technicolor ponies. When I began to write this story, I told myself that I would see it through to the end even if few people saw it. Well a bout of depression and self loathing took care of that commitment. I abandoned my two stories to forever gather dust here, unfinished.

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