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This box is taunting me with the blankness it presents, saying you can never fill me properly because everytime you do I only return with another blank box. Yet, I still sit here trying to come up with words that are good enough to take the place of the emptiness. Although I try, my brain seems to protest the deep thinking required in coming up with something profound and philosophical to say. Oh well. I have creative writing this semester. I'm so glad. I can hardly wait. I'll show you then box. I'll have stories and poems to last for days to fill you over and over again.