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I am put on the table, cut, but never eaten. What am I?
I come without being fetched at night hides away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small I am much mightier than what you can imagine.
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
I have a head but never weeps. I have a bed but never sleeps. I can run but never walks. I have a bank but no money. What am I?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?