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Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
What gets bigger the more you take away?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher more wrinkles crawl onto your face.
The more holes you cover the lower I go.
I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?