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- An abrupt stop sent shivering jolts up unsuspecting spines, not to mention my own. It could only mean we'd finally stopped moving, that we'd finally gotten off the road of civilization and entered into the forlorn clutches of another rehabilitation center. Let us all rejoice, they're going to try us with horses now! There was a reason my stomach clutche and my senses yearned and clawed for a way back to the darkest alleys and silent rooms; there were horses here- demented beasts that were abused beyond imagination. And we were supposed to take care of them, love them, and heal them; healing our own scarred souls in the process. This is madness of course, but the happily smiling psychiatrists and counselors merely nodded their head in blatant approval; good idea, why don't we send our patients off to ranches with crazy horses? Two battered souls paired together, two sets of crying eyes drying in unision, and two cursing lips silenced by understanding; that was the basic idea. Damn, I've never touched a horse, never seen one except in those flashy little magazines.. Please don't abandon me now, I know you've left me on the streets, I know you've killed both my parents, but don't leave me to the sanity of a world beyond my own; but I won't repent for my sins. I won't pray for the souls of delirious horses. I just want out. And nothing they can do will make me smile again.
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