Have a Swig

can I have a swig of my water before I die of thirst instead of from the stroke



Patience, Love, Understanding and Depression go Hand in Hand like the bright beam of a Lighthouse that shines the way through darkness to find safe shores.


Like a dream, she walked from the water and sat down beside me. No words were spoken. Only a single tear and the haunt in her eyes told me all I needed to know.

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