I feel like my life is gonna change, I’m going to be moulded and shaped in ways I don’t even understand. I don’t have a form, but I’m not completely liquid either. I have ended up in the mouths of some small children before and I come in lots of colours, as long as the food dye is mixed into me. Some add sequins to me or add more water to change my texture. I’m constantly changing. I get compared to sand, but that’s not me. I go by the name ‘Slime’ for whatever reason the big people call me that.

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