{"sf1_id":2174367,"sf2_id":"rn6g6lp1","title":"…mirroring…","author":"Jiblits","words":67,"posted_at":"2024-09-03T04:31:24.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2174367-mirroring","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6g6lp1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/cc/8f/cc8fa6e9-af83-4855-9a4a-8bccc1ff7c16","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"Only then, do I find rest\n\nWhen I’m broken, for some reason,\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;things seem the best\n\nIt’s strange, but I enjoy the peace in lowly days\n\nTruly happy, stuck in my ol’ ways\n\nAlways striding for more accomplishments\u0026nbsp;\n\nAlways paying no mind to resentments\u0026nbsp;\n\nLife far from perfect for most\n\nI see, \u0026 talk, to many a ghost\n\nNever truly alone\n\nI feel so much, to every bone"}