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Though I should be unique, you've made most of us the same. I would be stronger, if my characters were stranger.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
I'm a god, a planet, and measurer of heat. Who am I?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. What is it?
What must you give before you can keep it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?