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Iโm where yesterday follows today. And tomorrowโs in the middle. What am I?
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I am an instrument that you can hear but cannot see or touch. What am I?
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Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?