My DJam3r Life
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Im a grown Colt with a dumb,stupid life until great friend's helped me on my way.
-------------About Me--------------
Back in equestria, when i was a little filly, i was treated like a good pony,when i'm older, it's not what i imagine it would be, when i was a little grown colt when i was 12, i wanted to tell my parents i wanna change one more time, they didn't give me a chance....
I was sleeping in my room and dreaming...i had a knife, and saw both of my parent's ,i felt controlled and forced to go forward them and point then with the knife....i felt happy for a reason. As i felted that... It was a bad devil of me of my full anger,i was smiling and slicing the knife through my parents, stabbing there body's and pitiful screams i thought of.... And when it was over i saw a puddle, i walked to it and saw my reflection,i was shocked,my hair and whole body mane was opposite.... black body,red hair and eyes, it smiled and said, "Keep holding the Anger" i woke up... and saw bein shock
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