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It’s like a chewing gum, but I’m pretty sure it has and excessive amount of life in it. The way it’s attached in me is how often I see a chewed chewing gum is attached to something that’s unexplored, unseen, and inconspicuous. It’s like how life is at the moment; sometimes, love is too difficult to be seen because it always, if not too often, is hidden somewhere - only to know that it’s hiding somewhere only I could find.