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I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron. I can only attack when pulled back. What am I?
I ask no questions, but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
What is always coming but never arrives?