This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I count my friends as they have fallen. Out of the race for survival in this tangled web of disdain in friendships. He who fell first is nothing more than a pus He wasn't faking he really was aching cause he didn't get the attention he thought his sorry ass deserved. He fell after a blow that was directed at someone else. Next came the faker, we all thought he was cool and didn't really care until he messed it all up by getting involved and trying something new... caring. He was out, out after two blows. One that hit us all that wasn't even true, God damn you bystanders. Next came her. She was the one we all cared about, tragically
that was one sided. Now all the soldiers have fallen it was a battle of mock-epic proportions. All the shit heads who faked sincerity and were only looking out for '#1' have fallen. Now all the soldiers have fallen in this battle of mock-epic proportion. Yet you and I stand, I do not love you. I once fucking hated you. But I can't deny the way you are. You've withheld the gunning from the feeble soldiers we have to call our friends. In the end you walked away from it all, you did not flinch nor care to look back. Now all the soldiers have fallen in this battle of mock-epic proportions. We know this battle should of never been fought but we can't turn our heads from the reality that we all want what we can't have and the masses only care about '#1.' We are the minority the unappreciated few who posses the virtue of compassion.
that was one sided. Now all the soldiers have fallen it was a battle of mock-epic proportions. All the shit heads who faked sincerity and were only looking out for '#1' have fallen. Now all the soldiers have fallen in this battle of mock-epic proportion. Yet you and I stand, I do not love you. I once fucking hated you. But I can't deny the way you are. You've withheld the gunning from the feeble soldiers we have to call our friends. In the end you walked away from it all, you did not flinch nor care to look back. Now all the soldiers have fallen in this battle of mock-epic proportions. We know this battle should of never been fought but we can't turn our heads from the reality that we all want what we can't have and the masses only care about '#1.' We are the minority the unappreciated few who posses the virtue of compassion.
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