Introspection (why)

Why do I persist in believing
In something that can never happen
And tormenting myself

Why do I dream of impossibilities
Only to wake with empty hands
And a hole in my heart

Why do I listen to the siren call
Of nostalgia, longing
And false regret

Why do I let myself drown
When the shore is a step away
And I know how stupid it is

Why can't I stop
And confusing it with need

All I want is answers

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