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I call the trees my home, yet I never go inside, and if I ever fall off the tree I will be surely be dead.
Whatβs full of holes but still holds water?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
When will water stop running down hill?
What can you lose that will cause other people to lose theirs too?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.