Answer:
What is the saddest fruit?
Always in you, sometimes on you. If I surround you, I can kill you. What am I?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
One pace to the north. Two paces to the east. Two paces to the south. Two paces to the west. One pace to the north.
What gets broken if itβs not kept?