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Mouth up it gets filled, mouth down it gets empty.
Born in the past, but only lives in the present. Sometimes false, always personal.
I have eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door? What am I?
What can be any size or shape and gets bigger the more you take from it?
A setting that proved to be deadly for Abraham Lincoln.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?