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You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
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 have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up, up I go but I never grow. What am I?
What gets sharper the more you use it?
I never sleep yet sometimes I weep. I can get angry or just be happy. Wherever you go, I will follow. No matter what you do, I will be there. I cannot die. What am I?