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I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I'm simple for a few people, but hard for them to hear. I live inside of secrets and bring people's worst fears. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
A spirited jig I dance bright, banishing all but darkest night. Air can't kill me but water can. Share me, I won't get less unless wind ruins me. What am I?
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?