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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 will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; for a child, I last forever; for an adult, I'm gone too fast. What am I?
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?