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I am a lunch money thief
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?
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?
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
What language does a billboard speak?