A Glass of W it, the essence of lifepure and simple.Surrounded by the thirsty, their eyes filled with hope.This water brings solace to souls, a remedy for all woes.Yet, shadowed hands seek to veil its truth.They cannot touch what's inside,but they stain the glass with darkened hues.Not enoughsome, who claim to love it,or love it in reckless ways,adorn the glass with trinkets and labels of their own.And so, the essence fades, hidden from sight.A mere silhouette, a distant signnothing more.Onlookers, lost in uncertainty, turn away,for they no longer know what they reach for.And youPause for a moment and ponder.In the haze of doubt that now shrouds this glass,would you still dare take a sip?

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