Round I start, yet no shape have I.
Allow me to breathe, and my life will die.
The older I grow, the more sought after I become.
You will feel much better when I am done.
What am I?
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Round I start, yet no shape have I.
Allow me to breathe, and my life will die.
The older I grow, the more sought after I become.
You will feel much better when I am done.
What am I?
Posted in Riddles | Comments (0)