{"sf1_id":2255197,"sf2_id":"1VY58l7n","title":"…reality…","author":"Jiblits","words":64,"posted_at":"2025-05-24T13:11:21.000Z","tags":["Poem","reality"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2255197-reality","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/1VY58l7n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/da/c0/dac0477f-9486-4ba7-8145-ffee3d6f85af","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"The room empty, selfish reasoning turned good intentions sour\n\nIt stays in my mind, like poison almost every hour\n\n  \n\nIt’s never forgotten, as I remember again, my past\n\nIt just seems to pass by so very fast\n\n  \n\nIt stays so sickly unchanging\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo matter what mental twists, \u0026 rearranging\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAlways inevitable, it is what it is, never differing\n\nSometimes, it’s truly a frightening thing"}