SilverRuby
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I'm a young foal, that's is lost in a lonely field, waiting and watching for someone to see my scars, by the way i've been treated; unkindly, and everyone who saw me, backed away. Every now and then i'd hear a horse in the distance that would call, and i'd answer back, and then they'd hear and answer again, and then go in the wrong direction, and never find me. The grass is long enough for me to chew on, my mane and tail are long and i'm as wild and free as the bald eagle, soaring across the open range. The wind calls my name as i gallop, wildly and free across the open range. I was born here to help and protect my herd, after my father left, and now i'm in love with someone new, and she's like a wild painted mustang, flying across the open range, with no reins. When I pass, the souls of the earth will pass the stories, my legendly past.
