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I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
I am partially baked. I am not completely lit. I am a portion of the moon. I am lesser than full wit. I am a divider of the hour. I am not a total lie. I am a sibling through one parent.
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by tool, but built by hearts and minds. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?