Answer:
I am a table you can eat. What am I?
I am what bring things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere.
What has 88 keys, but canβt open a single door?
I have thirteen hearts but no body or soul.
I can be simple or I can be complex. I can be found in this riddle or in everyday life. I can be shapes or even colors.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?