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Two people are born at the same moment, but they don't have the same birthdays. How could this be?
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be!
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?