{"sf1_id":722848,"sf2_id":"lmXlMMwm","title":"Outcast","author":"Nuori Susi","words":89,"posted_at":"2014-06-27T01:37:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Sad","lonely","tired"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/722848-outcast","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXlMMwm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/12/33/1233eb9b-1017-40df-98aa-51164259a380","description":"#2 of poems\n\nIf you've felt how I felt. If you feel what I feel. You will understand this poem..","content":"i cry my tears. Tears of pain. I reach out for help. But all is in vain. Yet I still hold hope. Flickering as softly as a flame. Praying that someday you will end my pain. The pain only an outcast can feel. The pain that is ALL too real. The pain only a friend can heal. For this pain is not physical. It is a pain of the heart. It is something that sets us apart. If we die, we die. Fuck the world it bleeds us dry.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/722841-send-me-home.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/722880-if-only.json"}}