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I am asked
Why?
Why do I do this?
Or, why do I come here
every morning,
or why do I keep coming back
when sometimes, coming back
can be lonely
or unforgiving, unfruitful,
and why do I keep coming back to
an unyielding series
of thoughts, feelings
and a blend of relentless
insecurities that find holes in my system
and keep me guessing –
Why?