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I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
I'm white and I'm used for cutting and grinding. When I'm damaged people usually remove me. What am I?
I soar without wings I see without eyes. I've traveled the universe to and fro. I've conquered the world yet I've never been anywhere but home.
I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.