{"sf1_id":672327,"sf2_id":"noXX5xY1","title":"Roy Boy","author":"Buttered Biscuits","words":85,"posted_at":"2014-02-25T17:03:00.000Z","tags":["Anger","Betrayal","Clean","Dark","Death","Depressing","Desperation","Emotion"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/672327-roy-boy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/noXX5xY1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5f/58/5f58a72d-fa15-483c-a21f-964fd790b644","description":"This is something I wrote through six word stories about my uncle that committed suicide a few years ago.","content":"Soon enough, time forsaken, not enough.\n\nLeveled to shoulders, his trigger pulled.\n\nLost in this fog; now, forever.\n\n\"Love, redemption, oh my aching heart.\"\n\nLost to wind, found in dirt.\n\nA mighty throne, caked with soot.\n\nHis passing silhouette, holding his chest.\n\nTears of love, tears of hate.\n\nRedemption is lost, such as wind.\n\nRipped from our hearts, not, minds.\n\nSuch is the way of life.\n\nMisery we must endure, now, forever.\n\nA life too disturbing, sometimes surreal.\n\nMaybe, one day, we will find you.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}