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It seems I am made up of one hundred dying roses.
One by one, each beautiful flower slowly withering.
Each insignificant petal falling. Diminishing. To be forgotten forever.
This scent is unbearable, knowing soon it will be perpetually nonexistent.
I think I’m on the edge.
The edge of something catastrophic? Quite Possibly.
The edge of something new? Unquestionably.
The edge of something I am not yet ready to approach? Certainly.
Yet, it is inevitable, necessary, inescapable.
I need something to drown the sound of my own sobs as I sit here and watch this fast-moving, sinister world swallow me whole.
Arrogant as it may sound; my life was perfect in every sense.
Each perfect person it contained filled my every perfect day with bliss, leaving me eager for the next perfect day to come.
I’m blinded by these smiles around me.
I cannot smile.
Why do I feel so empty inside?
Three distinct days until this symphonic and beautiful chapter of my life is over.
How long until my heart is mended?
Do I honestly want it mended?
It’s quite possible that feeling this pain forever would get me through each and every arising day just to know it was real.
Just to know you are real. Every last one of you.
How do I love thee? Let me count the thousands and thousands of ways.
Goodbye to you, Graduating Class of 2005.