{"sf1_id":1991755,"sf2_id":"5nzZ8JVn","title":"The Call","author":"Bingturong","words":46,"posted_at":"2023-05-26T11:46:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1991755-the-call","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/5nzZ8JVn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/01/7c/017cccab-e27f-4fcd-ae4e-8dbcd22dc668","description":"Something written late at night.","content":"I sit upon the edge to which I see  \nThe endless sky, so black, so deep, so far  \nI hear a voice, silent, not far from me  \nThe void she calls to me towards the end  \nShould it be chased or shall I not go join?  \n  \n\n"}