{"id":13,"date":"2004-03-20T00:59:35","date_gmt":"2004-03-20T05:59:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/journal.ragedied.com\/?p=10"},"modified":"2004-03-20T00:59:35","modified_gmt":"2004-03-20T05:59:35","slug":"i-really-think-like-this-sometimes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/2004\/03\/20\/i-really-think-like-this-sometimes\/","title":{"rendered":"i really think like this sometimes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i want to write something but have nothing to say<br \/>\ni want to love someone but have no one to hold<br \/>\nthe night can be so dark, cold and lonely<br \/>\nand the big empty in my heart,<br \/>\nin my head<br \/>\nat my side<br \/>\ncries out for something more<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nGod, aren\u2019t You suppose to fill these holes?<br \/>\nam i looking for a surrogate for what you give?<br \/>\nmy life can be so dark, cold and lonely<br \/>\nand this desire of my heart<br \/>\nthis carnal thought<br \/>\nthis yearning flesh<br \/>\ncries out for something more<\/p>\n<p>i weep in my pillow for the loss<br \/>\ntears shed for what I have never had<br \/>\nthe empty spaces are so dark, cold and lonely<br \/>\nwhat will become of my heart<br \/>\nthis mind of deceit<br \/>\nthis body of death<br \/>\nthat cries out for something more?<\/p>\n<p>i want to write something but have nothing to say<br \/>\ni want to love someone but have no one to hold<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i want to write something but have nothing to say<br \/>\ni want to love someone but have no one to hold<br \/>\nthe night can be so dark, cold and lonely<br \/>\nand the big empty in my heart,<br \/>\nin my head<br \/>\nat my side<br \/>\ncries out for something more<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4pNDf-d","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/revivalprojects.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}