WHY?

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Why do you stare
And pretend it was only a glance?
Why do you come here
And pretend to be just passing by?
Why do you look into my eyes
When you know mine cannot do so?
Why do you offer me a smile
And yet you know I don’t want but need it?
Why do you kill me
Then let me go?
Why do you offer solutions
Yet you're the issue?
Why do I yearn and starve
When I've had so much?

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