I used to be the most desired. Kids these days, they all wanted a piece of me. I watched as the others around me slowly disappear from the package we called home, and I caught a glimpse of where they were headed - where I was headed.
Somebody's mouth.
Back then, I still didn't know where we ended up after that; no one ever came back. That's why I was scared out of my wits.
But then, one day, I was all alone in the package. I knew what was coming; it was my turn. Somebody's hand reached in and took me out from my home, and I took my first glance at the real world. (It's quite different from the dark, compact, rectangular box I lived in) He stripped off my wrapper and rolled me up until I was in the shape of a ball, which is quite uncomfortable, mind you. But, that was before I knew what was coming.
He ATE me. Well... Not exactly ate, more like chewed me up and took out all my flavors. And you know what he did after that? He spit me right out! In the garbage can! I feel like I've been...used. Like I have not only been stripped of my wrapper but of my dignity and my pride.
I've hit rock-bottom. I guess being hot stuff was fun when it lasted, but eventually life throws bricks at you and you end up in the garbage feeling like me. Hey, I may be bitter, but I'm only a piece of gum. Who cares about how I feel?
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