{"sf1_id":280817,"sf2_id":"A1p22Mym","title":"The confession before the black parade","author":"Angel LeFey","words":85,"posted_at":"2011-08-26T04:30:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Other","Poem","song"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/280817-the-confession-before-the-black-parade","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1p22Mym","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9a/9c/9a9cab73-9c76-4e5e-aa52-fa356c1da1f4","description":"","content":"The wind is cold,\n\nthe sky is dark.\n\nI live in a house that is old,\n\nand i hear the sound of a dog's bark\n\nI have no one to play with.\n\nI have been beaten and abbused\n\nTo some, I am only a myth.\n\nTo others I am nothing but something to be used.\n\nI have lied, cheated and killed.\n\nI have loved, cried, and died.\n\nI was once restless,\n\nI was once sleepless.\n\nNow I am at rest,\n\nNow I am at rest.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}