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juiceboxsimple stupid little juicebox
why do you taunt me so
i look at your beautiful spout
once filled with goodness
now you are empty
you are useless
it saddens me
can i fill you with juice again?
by design that would be impossible
why did they make you single use only
evil powers are apparent
id like to know your sweet taste again
to feel your energy corse into me
maybe they could have made you bigger
sized to match a cereal box
i dont know
that would be playing god
my simple stupid little juicebox
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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