chewed up
like gum that has been sitting in your mouth for to long
it had lost its flavor and grown bitter
it started out so soft, sweet bubble gum
yet worn down by extensive chewing it has become tough
you refuse to spit it out, to scared to lose them, they still mean so much
but eventually, as pent up hatred does
it will pop
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