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My baby boy erasing himself

His Story -
Invidious... that is not my name. My name is breezeblock. I grew up with my family and faces all around me. I was small and fragile and my heavy handed family didnt know how to handle that. They loved me but they were very poor at showing their feelings. I was a light blue stallion with white hair, bright and light in my eyes. Ti was around when i was younger too, quite different looking as well. No dyed hair that is. We never met though when we were little. Ti would always see me walk around the town but no words. Each day though.... something was off.... i had more blue than usual... purple even.. and Ti saw that... i started hating going home. My parents became more and more uncaring towards me. I earned my cutiemark, but no applause. No joy or laughter. No emotion at all. Dead tired eyes. My eyes became dead as well, when youre surrounded by dullness its all you know. I came back home one day bleeding and crying out. Not one soul cared, i passed out from blood loss. "Sir are you awake now?" Is all i heard. How long have i been out? Where am i? Well hospital of course by why? "Were you in the crossfire earlier?" I try to think hard but all i can remember is black. After awhile i realized what happened. Thats me on the screen. Me. Nearly dead. I had nothing to do with this i thought, but no they found a gun next to me. I cried and begged for them to believe me that i had nothing to do with any of it. No mercy came from the police. Prison it was. Days, months, years who really cares right. It ended up being 2 years till they found me innocent. That day i decided to close myself. No more letting people in, this world is dull and colorless. I went to the general store, bought black dye. Why? To erase myself, who I've pictured myself how others see me. I am empty, i will make myself empty. I was still bruised that day when i looked at myself. The black would cover that too. I found the nearest tattoo shop, "rid of it" as i looked at my cutiemark. They asked me many time if i actually wanted to do it. And i got angrier each time. DO IT NOW i said my voice growling. Gone. Its gone now. All thats left is this sick excuse for a cover up tattoo, but thats my fault for yelling at them to do it. A big black marked out cutiemark. I couldn't have that. I bought my own tattoo kit to tattoo myself. Below the smudge as i call it i made myself a new cutiemark, i chose my destiny this time. Huh, tattooing. I can prick others skin now instead of others pricking mine. I bought a sketchy apartment downtown and turned it into my shop. Inked or what. Gay name right. Speaking of gay... then Ti came in, complained to me how he had no talent. Boo hoo i said. His eyes teared up, oh no i though damn it i screwed up. "No no its ok uhmmm... you're really cute how about that for a cutiemark" his sister went on about how he is good for nothing too but shes just a.... whatever back to the point. He agreed. I tattooed QT on his flank. He was a bit confused and kinda more disappointed than i thought. I said "QT like when you say it out it sounds like Cutie, except you're not flaunting it". He liked that i think. He grinned more. I started seeing color in his eyes, a bright light even. I shouldn't let people in but here we are, days, months, years. Who really cares right.

Description
My baby boy erasing himself

His Story -
Invidious... that is not my name. My name is breezeblock. I grew up with my family and faces all around me. I was small and fragile and my heavy handed family didnt know how to handle that. They loved me but they were very poor at showing their feelings. I was a light blue stallion with white hair, bright and light in my eyes. Ti was around when i was younger too, quite different looking as well. No dyed hair that is. We never met though when we were little. Ti would always see me walk around the town but no words. Each day though.... something was off.... i had more blue than usual... purple even.. and Ti saw that... i started hating going home. My parents became more and more uncaring towards me. I earned my cutiemark, but no applause. No joy or laughter. No emotion at all. Dead tired eyes. My eyes became dead as well, when youre surrounded by dullness its all you know. I came back home one day bleeding and crying out. Not one soul cared, i passed out from blood loss. "Sir are you awake now?" Is all i heard. How long have i been out? Where am i? Well hospital of course by why? "Were you in the crossfire earlier?" I try to think hard but all i can remember is black. After awhile i realized what happened. Thats me on the screen. Me. Nearly dead. I had nothing to do with this i thought, but no they found a gun next to me. I cried and begged for them to believe me that i had nothing to do with any of it. No mercy came from the police. Prison it was. Days, months, years who really cares right. It ended up being 2 years till they found me innocent. That day i decided to close myself. No more letting people in, this world is dull and colorless. I went to the general store, bought black dye. Why? To erase myself, who I've pictured myself how others see me. I am empty, i will make myself empty. I was still bruised that day when i looked at myself. The black would cover that too. I found the nearest tattoo shop, "rid of it" as i looked at my cutiemark. They asked me many time if i actually wanted to do it. And i got angrier each time. DO IT NOW i said my voice growling. Gone. Its gone now. All thats left is this sick excuse for a cover up tattoo, but thats my fault for yelling at them to do it. A big black marked out cutiemark. I couldn't have that. I bought my own tattoo kit to tattoo myself. Below the smudge as i call it i made myself a new cutiemark, i chose my destiny this time. Huh, tattooing. I can prick others skin now instead of others pricking mine. I bought a sketchy apartment downtown and turned it into my shop. Inked or what. Gay name right. Speaking of gay... then Ti came in, complained to me how he had no talent. Boo hoo i said. His eyes teared up, oh no i though damn it i screwed up. "No no its ok uhmmm... you're really cute how about that for a cutiemark" his sister went on about how he is good for nothing too but shes just a.... whatever back to the point. He agreed. I tattooed QT on his flank. He was a bit confused and kinda more disappointed than i thought. I said "QT like when you say it out it sounds like Cutie, except you're not flaunting it". He liked that i think. He grinned more. I started seeing color in his eyes, a bright light even. I shouldn't let people in but here we are, days, months, years. Who really cares right.