{"sf1_id":529204,"sf2_id":"deP8vK7e","title":"My own Epitaph","author":"LovePaws","words":71,"posted_at":"2013-04-21T06:18:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Epitaph","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/529204-my-own-epitaph","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/deP8vK7e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5f/2c/5f2cea44-e397-4d40-871a-9807d38c3e0b","description":"Something I think I will have someone write fore me on my tombstone when I am gone from this world into the other. For ones journey never truly ends, it only begins a new chapter","content":"I, who lie here, was a writer  \nOf pain, of sadness, and of love\u0026nbsp;  \nTelling what it truly meant to be a fighter  \nBut now, in rest, I sail the heavens above\n\nIf by chance you, whose heart has traveled untold miles,  \nHappen to recall my long written words with even the faintest of smiles  \nThen my weary soul can at last contentedly sigh   \nFor then, I did truly never die.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}