{"sf1_id":405588,"sf2_id":"3egjoXd1","title":"The Mirror","author":"AcidFocks94","words":88,"posted_at":"2012-07-21T07:14:00.000Z","tags":["Mind-blowing","Poem","Sad","amazing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/405588-the-mirror","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egjoXd1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/18/75/187512b8-c362-416b-99d0-98d25a0790cc","description":"Tears to my eyes, in my despise. For what I have become is right, but the truth is out of sight.","content":"This mirror; its reflection is bold.   \nThis mirror; my hand rests opon its cold face.   \nThis mirror; looks back at me as him.  \nThis mirror; makes dreams come true.  \nIn this mirror, looking at it never blinking,   \nonly to focus on who I really am.   \nThis mirror; its reflection is bold.   \nThis mirror; my paw rests opon its cold face.  \nThis mirror; looks back at him as me,  \nThis mirror; makes truth into dreams.  \nIn this mirror, I can only dream about the truth.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe truth is me.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}