Love poem thing about some love shit...

Not really about anyone in particular, just a general thing

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You know when you’re unsure about something.
Be it options to choose from, or a simple yes or no.
It’s annoying, indecisiveness, but It’s not particularly bad,
And sometimes you can be unhappy with your choice,
But it doesn’t even come close to the pain you feel when you need something.
And you know you need it, and that there is no other choice.
It might seem simple.
Go straight to jail, do not pass GO, do not collect two hundred dollars.
I can tell you’re confused, so let me give you an example:
You’re drowning. You need air to live.
You will die unless you get what you need.
Then imagine that, but your entire life.
Not sure whether or not you’re ever going to breath.
And you die, without having ever breathed.
I would drown, if it meant being able to breath.
It’s worse when you know where you can get air.
But you can’t get there because of money, or family ties, or school.
Or because the air does not want you.
That’s the worst thing about air.
You need it.
It doesn’t need you.
Even if the air lives a couple blocks down the road.
Even if the air knows you well.
Even if you’ve known the air for a long time.
So you’ll sit, the air either tantalizingly close,
Or painfully far away.
Why can’t you be one of the people who breath every day?
Of course, then there’s another thing.
Knowing all this, how hard it is not to breath,
What would you do,
By some cosmic event,
Say…
You are the air.
And you do not want to be breathed.