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I dedicate this to my closest friends who are walking with me this May 11, 2008:

Edwina Flores, Don Marsh, John Carlan Bangoy, Nicole Winkle, Lisa Alexander, Bry Kramer,
 Ali Berks, Hussein Bin Khalid, Shiaojie Shi, Devin Fachs, Lorianne Tayler, Alma Manta

From Freshman Year-we arrived in the halls of Allegheny as timid and scared students,
Now, as aged, wizened, stressed yet capable Seniors. Leaving all of you is becoming a reality,
I'm already missing you guys. I love you, and I hope you find this page. 


To You All:


Alma maters nourish more than mind:
Light within illuminates the whole,
Making one of multitudes combined,
Allowing each the passion of its soul.

Maybe we'll forget much that we've learned
As we narrow to a single road.
The powers we were given we have earned,
Ever the way blessings are bestowed,
Riches not retained until returned.

Graduation isn't gradual.
In fact it's quite abrupt, a sudden shock.
It's more like rushing towards a waterfall:
One moment we're afloat, and then we're not.
Sure, we see it coming up ahead,
The water roaring into the abyss.

We make a joke and look away instead,
Unable to acknowledge what this is.
And then the moment's past, and we're the same.
Everyone is smiling, sunny bright.

Someone kisses us and calls our name,
And then we think, well, everything's all right.
But life is like that: things get smashed inside,
And we don't even know it. Foolishly,
We think we're in it only for the ride,

Yet mourn for all that can no longer be.



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Guys, remember when we were at Robertson's Field that night to watch the fire works during Spring Fest?
It was dark, and I laughed with you all, but I did not tell you how I was crying,

so this is what came out,

Graduation is a time
When our thoughts turn naturally
To vandalism, sex, and crime,
Now that we at last are free.

Our teachers think we're well prepared
To make decisions on our own;
But now, perhaps, they're running scared
As they listen to this poem.

Don't worry, folks, we aren't crazy,
Though sometimes we look that way;
Just annoyed, bored, and lazy
As we make it through the day.

So just like birds out of a cage
Or slaves set free from toil and pain,
We aim to try to act our age
And be for now a bit insane.

For life too soon will close its doors,
And then as we grow old in years
We'll teach our own kids to be bores,
But hopefully they'll stuff their ears
And do as we dream, not as we do,
Facing life a tad askew.

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To Donald, Bryan, Edwina, Nicole, Amber, John Carlan (JC),
and to my dear Robbie Matson

Guys, I can't help but allow my tears to fall
I surrender to my emotions, I drop my chest plate
I throw away my shield, and drop my lance
I expose myself to you.
Naked. To You
,
My mind cannot contain my emotions,
Do you know how much I will miss you ?

Fall 2004, I can remember unpacking my belongings
A matriculating student, homesick, emotional for my parents
Yet you all came. And made yourself available
And so we became. Good Friends. Loving Friends.

When I was grumpy, undeserving of such love, annoyed at the world,
You were there.
My Friends.

When I was happy, content, yearning, laughter unrestrained,
You were there.
My Friends.

When we grieved, this past November 2007 after the loss of our friend,
We were there for each other. Each one of us a rod to each other.
Combined, we became an unmovable tree.

So do you see?
How much I love you,
Care for you,
Adore you,
Laugh with you,
and most of all-

How much I will so dearly Miss You?

You. Each and every single one of you.
You are a part of me, my fiber, my soul.
You allowed me to express myself, open myself,
Be myself, talk as myself, release myself.

You've seen me angry, sad, restrained,
formal, unformal, gentle-like.
Dressed, Naked, Reposed, Assured, Secured.

So now do you know why it is so hard to say goodbye?
Its not everyday when a man is allowed to say these things,
experience these things, these passions that dance within my chest.
So I'm trying to be positive, to be happy, my best.

But truly, and totally I cannot hold back the tears from falling
Falling down my face. As I remember how much we have been through.

That is why. I Love You.

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