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I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I destroy your home from the inside out.
I am good at concealing what's real and hide what's true. Sometimes I bring out the courage in you!
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
I am cracked by Indiana Jones.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.