{"sf1_id":2265156,"sf2_id":"nAMYOoGn","title":"…Context…","author":"Jiblits","words":95,"posted_at":"2025-06-28T05:28:08.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2265156-context","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/nAMYOoGn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/60/66/60668578-a542-4e44-89ec-82a39706089c","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"Between tomorrow, before, \u0026 today\n\nI find words in mind, I wish I could easily say\n\nIt’s become more that a moment passed midnight\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt’s all wasted words never spoken out of personal fright\n\nEchoes imagined, say things that seem to hurt my heart\n\nIt seems it was all flawed from the very start\n\n\u0026nbsp;Still, my heart beats a bit more\n\nWhy honestly,\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I’m no longer sure\n\nThese days, I believe I’m somewhat stable\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow, it’s just a ride through life unimaginable\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat’s good enough for happy me\n\nWhat is, \u0026 will be, will jus be"}