my box
2:58 p.m.

i'm staring at u out of the corner of my eye. quick glances followed by slight smiles. i have no idea who u are, but i've seen u in the halls. i wish i were ur class so i could find out who u are...but i'll be leaving shortly and it is ur first year here. u have such cute little poutful lips. so rich and full. i bet they'd feel nice on my chapped lips. and ur eyes are so mystical. i can't tell whether u are content or angry. i really wish i knew u, so that maybe we could possibly be acquaintances if anything. i'm sure u don't notice me or have no interest. who knows. i will never know. god i hate this sexual box that i'm trapped in.

-n

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