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Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves every day. What am I?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?