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Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
You hold my tail while I fish for you. What am I?
I get paid to shoot people then blow them up.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die, until you call me again. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?