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I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
I know a word of letters three. Add two and fewer there will be. What is the word?
I have cities but no houses I have mountains but no trees I have water but no fish. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?