I betray the ones who love me,
Each day, I seek gold,
Through shadowy tunnels, I can see,
Even the weakest lie has me sold,

I am nothing that I say,
I am all of how I speak,
Within and without, I turn gray,
Lash me once and I leak.

What am I?


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