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I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
I'll bring out your bulls and slow your roll. I may even come out of your skull.
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
What is made of wood, but can't be sawed?
I am black when you buy me red when you use me when I turn white you know itβs time to throw me away.
I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?