{"media_url":"https:\/\/scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com\/v\/t51.29350-15\/123962787_712921182915411_4518402725678837541_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=2&_nc_sid=8ae9d6&_nc_ohc=y372wCXjZDYAX_SM7yn&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=39605ff9be76ef6e5f0544f44c2e0cfe&oe=5FD4F133","caption":"I won\u2019t fib. For once I won\u2019t. It does me no good. I can\u2019t pull the words from their chambers; they\u2019re locked and bolted. The poison got \u2018em all scared and affected. The stream of blood is hard to follow when it spits. I can\u2019t say a thing. I can\u2019t dream his dream. I can\u2019t pretend I\u2019m not rotting from the inside like a molested apple all wormed for the trouble of thriving. I wont fib. For once I won\u2019t. It does me no good. I\u2019m hanging on and I\u2019m doing fine. It may be burning hell fire beneath my feet but for now my tree limb doesn\u2019t care either way.","id":"17865533885145685","media_type":"IMAGE","timestamp":"2020-11-09T16:04:18+0000","username":"bellaeflynn","permalink":"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/p\/CHYERPQn_xm\/"}