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I am a Person of paper I can't let myself feel anything Should the fire of rage take hold I would be consumed And nothing would be left If tears of sorrow flow I would fall apart And nothing would be left If icy fear crystalizes I would shatter And nothing would be left If shining joy glows I would end up blind And nothing would be left Grey apathy is my life Nothing may touch me And nothing is left I am a person of paper

The world crumbles around our perfect town the foundations are weak but we are strong we'll hold fast until there's nothing left to grab and when that's gone too we'll still have each other together we'll drift in a void of ice guided by the sun and moon has the sun gone out and left us in the dark or have we fallen into a new level of hell one by one They start to vanish until there's only I and We are gone I finally see others but their joy burns I put on a mask to protect myself and hide what I've become they welcome me with grins too wide laughter too forced and joy too false so I grin laugh and enjoy so as

When AJ was close to Twi, she opened the lid and splashed it into Twi's face. "Applejack what is-" but her question was cut short as the drug took effect and sent her drifting off to unconsciousness. AJ's smile came back, spreading literally from ear to ear "Thanks for the help Twi, but things are just getting started" "…ugghhhh" Twilight woke up with a groan as the light stabbed into her eyes "AJ, what was that stuff?" "Jus' some liquid knockout gas" Twi looked around her "AJ?" "Yes Twilight?" "Why am I tied to the table?" AJ walked into Twi's field of vision "So you can't run away, why else?" Twi let out a nervous laugh "Very

Applejack cantered over to Twilight, who was just around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. "What's wrong sugarcube?" "What's wrong? T-this is what's wrong!" she pointed to the area in front of her. It was a plain white room, and a pretty big one. In the corner there were empty tanks of various sizes, and another corner held plethora straps, ropes, cuffs, and other bindings. All along the walls were numerous shelves. On these shelves were countless miscellaneous things, from jars with weirdly colored liquids, to untold amounts of sharp or pointy objects. Set into one wall were large opaque tanks labeled in AJ's scrawl. In the middle of