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// 4:17 Crayola 
// Story: What Time is it? 
// by Lack of Tact 
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"u wan' sum succ? i give u the gud succ. wan' sum succ?" The seizure warning horse was floating by your side, begging for something. You just wish you could understand her, she sounds like one of those things. You know, those things that do the thing. It was awful and you wish you could put her out of her misery; it really sucks her friends need her to be an Element, she needs help.

"Crayola, please. I know you're in pain, I can see it in your eyes. One of these days this'll be over for you soon." Despite her flying, you still manage to scratch behind her ear. You knew it must have brought her at least a little comfort.

"am wet now, very. this mean you want fucc instead of the succ? will do the fucc, plz." An odd aroma broke your nostril barrier, which you assume was the horse next to you, but you held your tears back. The poor thing was so dumb it urinated itself. You steel through it and continue to scratch behind its ears. Poor thing.

"Would you want to come with me to Firefly's? I've got to ask her something about mental diseases now, maybe she can help me help you." You offered with a sad smile; the winged horse's pupils widen and her face reddens. She must be more mentally ill than you thought! Without the will to hold your tears back any further, you cry for your horse friend.

"twilight will join the fucc? she will succ? rainbow ready for sum good fucc! three fucc with succ!" And with that, your mental friend flew off to who knows where. She didn't answer your question sadly.

"Didn't or... couldn't?" You brought your hand up to your mouth to choke back a sob. You continue about your journey, determined more then ever to ask the one mare that could help.