Some say I'm their worst enemy,
Some say I'm their best friend.
Some use me in brevity,
You'll still pay for what I lend.
There's proof that I can even kill,
Too many take that path.
There's claim also that I can heal,
You'll have to do the math.
Yes, uses for me do abound,
You'll see me often, look around.
What am I?
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um...are you fire?
No, I'm not fire.
Could it be Drugs
I was going to guess criticism but drugs DO make sense.
So close, drugs are on the correct path, but not the answer. Neither is criticism.
How about alcohol? Booze?
hooch? moonshine? hair of the dog?
Mom got it. The answer is alcohol.
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