Answer:
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
I am clean when Iām black dirty when Iām white.
I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it, can't see it. What is it?