Question: Black I am and much admired, men seek me until they're tired. When they find me, they break my head, and take from me my resting bed. What am I?
Question: I say Hello in some type of way.
Yet you seem to ignore me everyday.
I get treated like nothing, like a piece of dirt,
Everytime you walk by, I get hurt.
What am I?
Question: I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness.
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