• Member Since 25th Jun, 2014
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The Masked Mare


I live to serve ponies in need. To lend a helping hoof can make all of the difference in Equestria, even if it may seem insignificant at the time.

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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. -Oscar Wilde

Death may seem like a barrier, a restrain; something that holds you back, that won't let you move on. Death may seem like a weight, something heavy that rests on your shoulders, drowning you with grief. Death may seem like the end, a black vortex that swirls around you, never ending and unimaginable. Death may seem like a cliff, a sheer edge in which you are destined to fall off of.

But maybe death is a beginning. Maybe, just maybe, death is a perspective changer, a world shifter, a time mover. Perhaps death is a new world, waiting to be discovered. Perhaps death is just another word for life.

While death is black, life moves on. While death is bliss, yet pain, life always moves on.

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