{"sf1_id":339900,"sf2_id":"ve30ZbZm","title":"In Thought","author":"Desolation35","words":101,"posted_at":"2012-02-13T20:25:00.000Z","tags":["Emotion","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/339900-in-thought","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve30ZbZm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/77/a8/77a88d64-1cc3-46e3-8c2b-2e4763705fd6","description":"These seem almost like two different excerpts of something that I could have continued, but I feel that I cannot add more to it. They are similar in meaning; maybe they are the same piece?","content":"As much as I can hold to hate the things that I do, I hate what I've become out of my past actions. Love has torn me apart from the inside out and broke me down. As life goes on, I start to find no point in rebuilding on soiled grounds.\n\nConsistency; a time relapse. Nothing more or less to describe my continuous days of current life. Hopeless and lost, not much can break this bad habit I have developed. I suffer and in time I give up. Nothing exists that will break it unless a miracle is bestowed upon me.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}