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I am heavy forward but backward I am not. What am I?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
You do not want me when you donβt have me but when you have me you don't want to lose me.
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?