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Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. What am I?
My first two letters say my name. My last letter asks a question. What I embrace I destroy.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show we always will meet.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.