A stubborn horse stands in the desert.
A tub of water sits at his feet.
The horse is thirsty.
The water is wet.
But there is no movement.
Not a twitch.
Why?
The horse is my father.
The thirst is depression.
And the water is any kind of help.
An obstinate stallion wasting away in the desert.
Needlessly.
I’m so mad I could spit.
Just saying.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 
So many do not see or want the help. It is unfortunate. Great post.
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Thank you so much, Geri! You just made my day.
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