{"sf1_id":2150720,"sf2_id":"214Bkzbm","title":"…reflecting…","author":"Jiblits","words":76,"posted_at":"2024-07-03T00:19:03.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2150720-reflecting","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214Bkzbm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/78/62/78629797-4698-4c2d-89a7-24c0ab0b101d","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"Rude in the mirror, that only frowns\u0026nbsp;\n\nVoices heard, are all past clowns\n\n  \n\nWhy, never answered, the place, never known\n\nI climb mountains strangers left, made from bone\n\n  \n\nPercentage of people I knew, at the bottom, now lay still\n\nThe memories loudly play, in my broken mind\u0026nbsp;\n\nLooking back, leaves me, in a deathly chill\n\nI can only be, brokenly kind\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHold the door please, even if I fall\n\nMoving forward, I promise I won’t stall"}