Answer:
If you break me, I'll not stop working. If you can touch me, my work is done. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
Digital white-out.
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
What can you lose that will cause other people to lose theirs too?