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WarriorCarryingWater
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The human race is a chase, the prey is our dreams.

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I'm dying of thirst,
So parched that the first sip would hurt,
Chapped lips, near death, face down in the dirt,
Headaches, pulse quakes, as my vision dims,
Constipated, hot, cold and shaking, can't feel my limbs,
Focused on only one problem and matter of concern,
Patiently waiting for when its my turn,
Haunted by the insatiable need to quench,
Tormented by the past when I wasted water to rinse,
Dishes, showers, and flushes in gallons of sin,
I'd do anything to drink some water again,
Deals with the devil and God for just one drop,
As I struggle like a fish out of water and wiggle and flop,
X's over my eyes never nightmared this would be my demise,
I'd rather burn alive or drown,
Than to die of thirst with no water to be found.

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