Answer:
The line a runner strives to reach
I am the thing which everyone has, I consider myself Beautiful and Full of Joy, But the way I am treated Boy O Boy. I am mostly there but no one notices me, I try to prove my worth but nobodyโs there to see. They say I Suck, that I resemble Hell, But when I am about to go then it rings their Bell. Some consider me terrible and Hard, But when I am lost they send their Regard. Many donโt realize Iโll not be there Forever, That I will return Never. But itโs already too late to say goodbyes When I flash before their eyes.
Makes dough grow
Not a comb or a brush but makes the hair feel plush. What is it?
Something you carry while singing.
My days are numbered.