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Thursday, June 19, 2008
Graduated.






It's beyond hard to explain the emotions that pass through me when I think of all the moments I miss about school, or all the memories I wish I kept because they didn't matter. Small little memorobilias from people I'll never meet again. It's hard to explain the people I use to see everday, the familiar faces, the troubling smiles. It's just stuck in mind. Why ? Congratulations Class of 2007/2008

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