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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 have a little house in which I live all alone. My house has no doors or windows and if I want to go out I must break through the wall.
Tear one off and scratch my head what was red is black instead. What is it?
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?