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What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I'm simple for a few people, but hard for them to hear. I live inside of secrets and bring people's worst fears. What am I?
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. What am I?
Weight in my belly trees on my back nails in my ribs feet I do lack.
What gets sharper the more you use it?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?