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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. What am I?
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
Pronounced as one letter but written with three always in evil never in good and always in zebra never in animal. What is it?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
I am heavy forward but backward I'm not.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?