Answer:
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
What gets wet while drying?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What goes further the slower it goes?
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?