Take a glass brimming with the sweetest of nectars,
Bestowed on you from the most exotic succulents.
It spills as you lift it.
The water is precious, so your hands tremble.
You firm your grip and garner your strengths,
But the knees buckle, fears envelope your mind.
What do you do?
Turn your back and pretend you have seen no glass?
Or say to yourself you don’t need the drink?
Or perhaps, admit defeat and make a sorry surrender?
No matter what you did, you know you went to sleep thirsty that night!
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