I vented.
A vent I had not intended.
Still I vented.
Who knows what damage it did,
What it might have eroded,
But it cleared my space.
It allowed fresh air,
To pass through my soul,
Even if only for a second.
I took a deep breath,
Of air not poisoned.
It tasted fresher, cleaner.
I vented,
Because I resented.
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