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You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail