{"id":481,"date":"2009-04-03T02:03:00","date_gmt":"2009-04-03T02:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=481"},"modified":"2009-04-03T02:03:00","modified_gmt":"2009-04-03T02:03:00","slug":"i-would-sacrifice-myself-to-save-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=481","title":{"rendered":"I would sacrifice myself to save you"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There is this one song&#8212;Stars\\&#8217; \\&#8221;14 Forever\\&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p><i>The hit is hammered out, the audience erupts<br \/>\nThe revolution starts in a sea of paper cups<br \/>\nWe look behind us when you cheer for someone else<br \/>\nI\\&#8217;m the only lover you can keep upon the shelf<\/p>\n<p>I hear it in your voice, you\\&#8217;re tired of the song now,<br \/>\nand deep inside your mind you hear a song of your own,<br \/>\nbut keep me beside you, cause it\\&#8217;s been too long now&#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p>It\\&#8217;s not even about the feelings I have when it plays.  The context when I hear it, that I am around Chris, the feeling of the melody&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It\\&#8217;s youthful, jubilant, a feeling of safety and comfort.  The feeling that I would sacrifice everything to protect him.  From the baddies.<\/p>\n<p>I know where it is.  I am sitting at my desk, typing at my computer while he sits in my bed behind me&#8212;whether it\\&#8217;s checking sports scores, ebaying, or paypaling on the computer.  I am always afraid that he will discover something horrible&#8230;something that repels him, that destroys him.  I love being around him when he is happy, but when there is something that troubles him, something that worries him, I try my best but I don\\&#8217;t know what to do.  I would do anything to keep him happy.<\/p>\n<p>And the song reminds me of that.  Of how precious it can be.  Because I am not strong enough to protect him from the baddies.  The baddies know my weakness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is this one song&#8212;Stars\\&#8217; \\&#8221;14 Forever\\&#8221;. The hit is hammered out, the audience erupts The revolution starts in a sea of paper cups We look behind us when you cheer for someone else I\\&#8217;m the only lover you can keep upon the shelf I hear it in your voice, you\\&#8217;re tired of the song &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=481\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">I would sacrifice myself to save you<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-481","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/481","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=481"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/481\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=481"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=481"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=481"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}