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I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
What gets wetter as it dries?
There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?