This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Texas chapter.
Have you ever noticed that I am never truly empty?Â
The big packs may disappear, but the small packets:
the creams of flavor, the pastes of sweet, the boxes of medicine
Rarely disappear.
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—but more than once you called me empty.
I understand your sentiment, so do not say that I have none.
All day I stand battling myself in thoughts opposite,
So that even my exterior and interior both hum at the force
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Of hot and cold.
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Answer: Fridge