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Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me. Who am I?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?