Longing

I look at my hand

Wondering... is it really there?

Does it really exist?

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Why do I have it?

If I cannot touch,

then what is it used for?

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I feel for my heart...

Does it really beat,

inside my chest?

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Why is it in me?

If I cannot love,

why is it there?

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Can you tell me?

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Or am I so disconnected,

from reality?

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But what is real?

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This heart aches to love

These hands long to touch

This mouth yearns to scream

These eyes need to cry.

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For me, this is real

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Why is it wrong to want,

and be wanted?