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I am the only word that looks the same when spelled upside down.
I am used to bat with, yet I never get a hit. I am near a ball, yet never thrown. What am I?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
I have been the beginning of ideas for all time yet I am just one simple small object the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me yet almost everyone owns me.
You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?