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I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
What letter comes next: O T T F F S S ?
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?