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I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. What am I?
I will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
What gets sharper the more you use it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?