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It’s like a big tangle that needs to be unraveled to tell a little story. Simply.. go through every detail in the art, see what is “between the lines”.
 
She is lying on the floor of a darkened room. The room is empty and lonely. She crossed her hind hooves and curled them up as if in a half-movement to curl up and shut out everything.  
The pony presses the photo album to her chest. You can see that it is old photo album, old photos stick out of it, some paper, ribbons - this is the story of her life, this album went through a lot with her. Photos that are caught up in the draft and fly near her - a little torn, pieces of paper are in the air - she tried to tear the photo… But why?  
With the second hoof, she holds the temple. She feels dizzy and heavy. The pony is crying. The mane is tousled as if she had been waving it vigorously in hysterics.  
Nearby, we see a broken heart that still glows brightly - the consequences of the events that were in this room.  
Pony’s eyes are closed in frustration, her mouth is open and she’s breathing hard. She’s in pain. She’s desperate.  
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I’m often hurt by memories. A phantom feeling that nothing has changed, I have a mother, a parent’s house where I can come to visit, etc. I would like to forget all this so that I don’t feel pain, but at the same time I want to hold these memories to my chest and never lose them, because this is all that is left of the past.  
Appreciate what you have. . .