{"sf1_id":1067896,"sf2_id":"RnoxdxA1","title":"I was never here...","author":"james mikoto","words":202,"posted_at":"2016-09-04T14:05:00.000Z","tags":["Excistance","Fear","Poems","Poetry","Short Story","tears"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1067896-i-was-never-here","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoxdxA1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6a/f6/6af6df51-e950-4b62-ae27-35cee7925ea0","description":"#7 of tears\n\nspaceing problems and new art shall be uploaded","content":"Is it always best to follow orders... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; when\u0026nbsp;you feel like your always traped in a corner? \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\n\nTo live and conform, \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Wishing\u0026nbsp;to have\u0026nbsp;never been born... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAlways alone never found\u0026nbsp;a way... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp;way to get home all you do is lay by the city's bay... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nRuning around no sense of direction, \u0026nbsp;Your\u0026nbsp;lost in time yet your mirror has a reflection... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere is no truth\u0026nbsp;no life no\u0026nbsp;lies in this everlasting\u0026nbsp;plain... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Only\u0026nbsp;dust can be seen in the flowing\u0026nbsp;air that whispers\u0026nbsp;pain... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\n\nWait if you can't be seen here then... \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Are\u0026nbsp;you even real to appear...\n\noh no..the tears take the form into....Fear...\u0026nbsp;\n\nSpacing problem\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"tears","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1032062-a-lonely-child-father-s-day.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1078313-drowning-clown.json"}}