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Give me water, to end my thirst.
Give me food, to suffocate my hunger.
Give me sleep, to kill my fatigue.
Give me a gun, to take my life.

Give me a pencil, to do my homework.
Give me money, to put gas in my car.
Give me a battery, to turn on my phone.
Give me a bullet, to load my gun.

Give me a mop, to sweep the floor.
Give me a cloth, to clean my glasses.
Give me a towel, to wash my body.
Give me the strength, to pull the trigger,

and to clense my mind.











I'm sitting alone, on a tall hill.
A figure appears, standing before me.
What is he doing, on that tall hill?
Unmoving, staring, straight at me.

My hand moves forward, to touch his skin.
It moves through him, touching only air.
I stare back at him, blinking my eyes.
Thinking that none of this can be fair.

I stand up, to face the man, made of shadow to be touched by no hand.
I hug him hard, but to no avail.
For I hug myself, and not him.
My skin grows cold, my heart slows down.

And I join him, on that tall hill.
We join hands, and sit together.
Both of us smiling, touching each other.
We sit side by side, on that tall hill.