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Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
What has holes on each side, but can still can hold water?
What kind of room doesn't have physical walls?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
As strong as love, more dangerous than cancer.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.