I’m dying of thirst. Super dry. chapped lips. Thirsty. Drinking my saliva. Wishing for a cold drink. Looking all over feeling like I’m trapped in a desert. My tongue seeks a drop of moisture. My skin is cracking. Thirsty. Very thirsty.
Yet no matter how thirsty, never drink the poison.
Categories: Culture, identity, Leadership, mental health, Psychology, society
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This definitely caught my attention. Anita
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