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Air

We've all made countless mistakes. Mistakes we can't look back on.

But honestly,

the biggest mistake I'd ever made was continuing to breathe.

I'm a vessel.

Completely empty and functioning by order.

I have a purpose in everyone's purpose but never my own.

To cut it down. I'm just existing .

So whatever happens to me as I breathe, my body and my mind would take it and keep on going.

Where I'm going, I wouldn't know. 

No matter how many times I try to dim my life source I fail.

I'm stuck hoping that I could close my eyes and never open them ever again.

Why can't my body give up on me?

Why can't people give up on me?

Why am I necessary?

All really valuable questions to me.

Valuable.

But those questions don't even have definite answers, or should I say answers that please me.

Nothing would beat something completely taking my air, leaving me cold and dysfunctional.