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I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Digital white-out.
You can see it everyday, but cannot touch it at will. What is it?
I am easy to waste. I am unstoppable. What am I?
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?