My Brain Is Dehydrated

October 31, 2017

My brain is dehydrated,

and so is yours.

Stuck in a fast paced world,

growing weary forevermore.

We no longer think, but just act,

agreeing to terms and conditions,

not reading the contract.

We click away, and absorb content,

yet my brain is still dehydrated.

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