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I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donβt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?