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Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate, ten thousand horses can't pull me straight. What am I?
You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me. What am I?
Everyone has me and no one can lose me. What am I?
I make everyone blind. You can't see me but I will always come back for you. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?