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sticks of gum
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light we are born, raw materials.
in a factory we can leave at any time
but we stuck around.
in fear of leaving.
and now we're sticks of gum. to be chewed.
and probably be stuck somewhere.
but fear not! we can still mold ourselves!
God is good! we're here!
let's form a big ball and stick together :)
