{"id":2013,"date":"2009-08-10T00:16:00","date_gmt":"2009-08-10T07:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/blog\/?p=2013"},"modified":"2009-08-10T00:16:00","modified_gmt":"2009-08-10T07:16:00","slug":"2013","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/?p=2013","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><span style=\"font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;\">I once knew a girl<br \/>In the years of my youth<br \/>With eyes like the summer<br \/>All beauty and truth<br \/>In the morning I fled<br \/>Left a note and it read<br \/>Someday you will be loved.<\/p>\n<p>I cannot pretend that I felt any regret<br \/>Cause each broken heart will eventually mend<br \/>As the blood runs red down the needle and thread<br \/>Someday you will be loved<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;ll be loved you&#8217;ll be loved<br \/>Like you never have known<br \/>The memories of me<br \/>Will seem more like bad dreams<br \/>Just a series of blurs<br \/>Like I never occurred<br \/>Someday you will be loved<\/p>\n<p>You may feel alone when you&#8217;re falling asleep<br \/>And everytime tears roll down your cheeks<br \/>But I know your heart belongs to someone you&#8217;ve yet to meet<br \/>Someday you will be loved<\/span><br \/><\/em><br \/>-death cab for cutie, <em>someday you will be loved<\/em><\/p>\n<p>(great writing)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I once knew a girlIn the years of my youthWith eyes like the summerAll beauty and truthIn the morning I fledLeft a note and it readSomeday you will be loved. I cannot pretend that I felt any regretCause each broken heart will eventually mendAs the blood runs red down the needle and threadSomeday you will [&hellip;]<\/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,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_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":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2013","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sbl5mn-2013","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2013","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2013"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2013\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2013"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2013"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2013"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}