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Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
My teeth are sharp my back is straight to cut things up it is my fate.
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 can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole. What am I?
Part carbon part water I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name I am the pause that refreshes.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?