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BelongHow could I have what was never truly mine?Belong by *Proforce
People said I had it always with me
Yet I could not hold it in my hands whenever I needed it
People say it belonged to me and me alone
Yet time and again I was forced to watch it within the grasp of another
And I still believed
Throughout it all
Promises made and promises broken
That one day it would be truly mine
And then the need to have one of my own
The desire to truly have one that belonged to me
Grew so great that my mind would wander
Seeing others that might perhaps come to me
But never for very long
Or ever for very seriously
For I still loved that which was supposed to be min
DisappointedYou claim to be disappointed in meDisappointed by *Proforce
Yet why should I care?
You are not honest with me
I've caught you in a lie
How can you be behind
Because of my inactions
When we both know that
The information you gained
For me to work with is not
Supposed to be yours
For another three months?
You know this!
It has been told to you
Many times
By many people
And yet you persist and nag
Throwing your weight around
Until you get your way
Disappointed in me you say
What a joke
I have done nothing for you to be
Disappointed in
I, on the other hand
Am very disappointed
In you
Where there's smokeIt was a bright and sunny summer day, perfect for taking a nice trot outdoors or enjoying a picnic with loved ones. At least that's what it was scheduled to be; a malfunction in the cloud-making machine in Cloudsdale's weather factory had changed that plan. The machine had been shut down for emergency repairs, but not before the sky had been covered in dark and menacing thunderheads. The plans of almost every pony in Ponyville were threatened by this unfortunate glitch.Where there's smoke by *Proforce
And that was the reason weather pegasi were streaking through the roiling masses, doing their best to break them up into smaller, more managable pieces. Once that was do
I QuitHow much can one man takeI Quit by *Proforce
Before his mind breaks?
How much can he withstand
Before his soul withers?
How much can be placed on him
Before his heart gives out?
How much you ask?
Look at me and find out
Every time I try to catch my breath
In between waves of tasks
My feet are knocked out from under me
For daring to think of myself
The day never ends
Going well past its time
But what else can I do
When the work is ceaseless?
For weeks I have gone above and beyond
To try to stay atop the load
Yet it is not enough to those
Who care about nothing else
Perhaps I care too much
And thus do I toil
Far beyond my limits
To allow my
Triumph 
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