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I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
I see what you see feel what you feel and hear what you hear. I know all of your moves before you make them. I even know the moves you didn't make.
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love and tear it down. I can make a smile, but more often bring a frown. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.