I dread having to chop onions as my eyes sting like crazy. I normally start chopping an hour before I need to cook them as I have to keep taking regular short breaks away from the kitchen to allow the tears to dissipate.

Unfortunately so many savoury dishes require them; they form a major part of most main meals it seems.

I sat alone and just looked down, My face setting up a deep frown, The brown black eyes rained down tears, Was there no one who really cares.. Deep down my soul I was shattered, My heart was broken but mind still flattered, Filled up with anger and frustration, I ripped off myself with that painful sensation.. My life had no substance just had a void, I was turning down into a paranoid, I rejected of affection and of care, Got no one beside with whom i could share..

"ask you to tell me “something” so I won’t miss you
You pause to consider your response
After a second you request some direction..."

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LW