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// This World in Which We Live... 
// Story: My Little Short Stories 3 
// by TheFanficFanPony 
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This place is a paradise. At least to the outside. Everyone lives together, in harmony. There are few conflicts, and everypony trusts and respects each other. Everything is painted in bright colors, and still hurt the eyes of its creator.

Its creator, me. I never meant for them to be this way. I guess I was so blinded by my desire for my own gain that I over looked the things that had happened to them. I don't deserve these wings, this position. I don't deserve their adoration. Despite what I did to them, what i might do to them, they still worship me, like some kind of god. I guess, to them, I am. I created this seemingly perfect world. Even though some of this once-grand amusement park is in ruins, unable to live in, they still persevere, push on. 

They remind me a little of those three fillies that haunt me to this very day. I used to tease them, bully them in ways beyond imagination. But now, looking back on them, they were some of the best friends a mare could have. We were friends, once. I had tried to fit in by bullying them, but I soon realized that I don't have to be mean to be accepted. They are now long gone, and my only confident is my royal advisor, Silver Spoon. 

Some times I wonder what she thinks about. She's always been my best friend, a shoulder to lean on in trouble and in joy. But now, as we grow old, she may think, too, about what we did. I guess she must have had it good. No father pushing her to be the best, not having to wonder every day who her mother is, not having an entire kingdom to rule.

I guess these ponies miss me, ever since I went into hiding in this castle. The regal splendor of it is just a cover, just as the brightness of this world is a cover for the corruption that lies beneath. As I look out my window at the happiness of the ponies, I can see Silver Spoon coming up to me from the corner of my eye.

"Queen Diamond?" her voice rings in my ears as I look at her. She looks at me worriedly, the concern in her voice clear. "Are you troubled, Miss Diamond?"

'I'm fine, Silvs." I tell her, using the nickname I gave her so long ago.

"Are you happy?" Silver says, putting her hoof on my  shoulder. "We could go to the island! That place has the pegasus ponies! You could.." 

"No. It's fine" I tell her. She often tells me that if i'm sad, I should just run away. I don't even think I could. Everypony would come looking for me. They are some of the most loyal subjects a Queen could wish for, and yet I long for them to go away. I'm not the most kind and caring leader ever, but I need some time to myself. But I guess I still care for them. They act so much like young children, like my own children.

This world is corrupted, beneath the calm and peaceful facade. I hope the best for these ponies, I truly do. But I might not be cut out to live here.But I have to, for the good of my ponies, and for me.