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Tear off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. What am I?
So simple, that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
I am carried by mad animals.
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?