Answer:
I crushed on Wendy Darling.
I am owned by the poor, the rich do not need me. If you eat me, you will die! What am I?
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
My first two letters say my name. My last letter asks a question. What I embrace I destroy.
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?