You All

You all have touched my life in many ways.

Perhaps it started when you first offered me a seat back in eighth grade.

I was awkward, shy, I didn't want to fuck things up.

But I had nowhere to go.

Despite this, you still welcomed me, without hesitation.

 

Through the years, I grew more and more comfortable with you all.

You brought out the person that I truly was.

You made me forget about the expectations that others held for me.

I was just myself, no gimmicks.

 

A few short months separate us from a great adieu.

You will all do great things, you will explore new ideas, discovering yourselves along the way.

I am happy for you all as i care very deeply about all of you.

However, I am  still saddened by this upcoming event.

 

I will remain.

I will reflect the moments you gifted me.

We will likely never see eachother again.

I will fade more and more from your memories.

I will not pretend that this fact doesn't kill me, but I will accept that it will happen.

All I ask is that you try to prevent this as long as possible.

Remember your senior year MORP date.

Remember your yearbook comrade.

Remember the ranter.

Remember

Me

This poem is about: 
Me

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