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// Story: Born of Mare and Stallion 
// by No Raisin 
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	Dad tried killing me again, but he needs to try harder next time. He wanted to make it look like a bad accident, cuz I dont think he has enough stuff in him to do anything too evil to me in front of everypony. I dont blame him. I think hes sad a lot, and I think he feels sadder whenever he looks at me. I feel sad too whenever I have to look at me with all me eyes.

He tried to crush me with a heavy box, but I got out of the way. I saw his face and eyes get wet and he went away and I just stood there like I havent got a brain in me head. I didnt feel anything except maybe a little hungry.

To be honest I dont think dad is really me dad. I think something different happened that made me come here to this place where ponies would always hit me and beat me over the head and tie up me legs. Ive come up with a story for meself and I want to write it down here so I wont forget. It is important cuz I think it might be true.

One day, a long long time ago before I was born, somepony came down from the sky and did something with me mother. A thing with eight legs and six eyes came down from where the clouds ended and came to me mother in the night and did something to her that made her belly big. She went on with it, thinking it was another baby she had with dad, and her belly got bigger.

Then she gave birth in a hospital somewhere on the outside and out I went into the world and all the doctors and nurses screamed. I dont remember being born, but I kinda remember being very little, littler than I am now, and how a lot of ponies made weird faces at me and how they screamed and went away when I made a noise that frightened them. I didnt mean to scare them, my voice just sounds that way. I would sound much better if I could say words and talk to others. Me teeth are all weird and me throat hurts whenever I try to say things. It hurts too much, so I dont really try it. Maybe when Im older.

The green slime gets everywhere when I try climbing the walls and the ceiling. Ive gotten good at crawling on the ceiling too. I dont fall off it like I used to. My legs are getting stronger slowly. Its a shame about the slime, cuz it smells awful and I dont like it more than anypony else, even though its mine. Im getting tired. Im also running out of pages to write on. Writing makes me mouth ache too.

I got this stoopid book for me fourth birthday when I started to write things, and mom and dad thought it was a good idea. They wanted me to keep meself busy whenever I get locked in me room for hours, which is often. Like right now.

The hours get longer at night. Sometimes when Im really tired I start to think crazy things, like biting through the bars of me window and getting to the outside, but I dont know. I dont think it would be worth it with all the screaming ponies looking at me.

Dads probably going to try to kill me again. I hope he does, yep yep yep.