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I am enjoyed by some despised by others. Some take me for granted some treasure me like a gift. I last forever unless you break me first.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I had a bright start, but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything, yet I don't eat anything. What am I?
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?