{"sf1_id":849704,"sf2_id":"Rm02A6W1","title":"Down the well","author":"forest elk","words":108,"posted_at":"2015-04-19T13:00:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Sad"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/849704-down-the-well","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm02A6W1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/07/c4/07c46c5f-cd98-44b3-b344-e883759731af","description":"Felt sad. Wrote this.","content":"I had a stone and threw it down a well.  \nthe well was deep, the stone was gone.  \nthe well was in a clearing,  \nthe clearing was in a forest,  \nthe forest was in a country and  \nthe country was in the sea.  \nBut despite this, the well was still deep  \nand my stone was gone.  \nI walked away.  \nThere are many stones.  \nThis one didn't matter.  \nBut the well was deep and my stone was gone.  \nA stone, in the shape of my heart.  \nGone, down the well.  \nBut it was just my heart,  \n  \nand I will live on.  \nThe well was deep and I am alone.  \n  \n\n"}