this was inspired by the concept of vent posts and chats
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In a vent filled with onions
We allow ourselves to cry
We say thats its the onions fault
But that is rarely true
For we all need help
For we all are a bit scared
But we dont know quite what to do
So we cry in the vent, our outlet
Hoping that someone will care
Dreaming that someone will be there
But we are always so scared
That someone will agree with us that we are beyond repair
And that we will fall into the void of despair
That we will give up and shed out last tear to cry
Even though we deep down dont want to die
Truely what we want is for the pain to end
But to scared to admit it
We cry hoping that someone shall bring us back from the brink
Of spilling our blood and watching all fade to black as it fills the sink
So we continue to cry
We continue to blame the onions
Hoping that no one will find out
But hoping at the same time
That someone will find
The secrets that we hide
Within our outlet
The vent filled with onions
