I can be first and last for everyone, but none for all. Each time you see me, I'm never having fun, Take me, eat me, or hide me, just not away. You'll find that I provide a means of escape, two for flee.

I am naught but a border, particularly for figures of geometry. circles adore, the rest general bore me, so unscramble this word for a jest.

When one door closes, I come knocking. Some people catch me, some people let me slip. I’m hard to find. I’m hard to make. I’m taken for granted when fear takes place.

A word I know, six letters it contains, remove one letter and twelve remains. What is it?

The person who makes it has no need for it; the person who buys it has no use for it. The person who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?