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Quiet
Soft music filling the air
Lips biting onto hair

Darkness
Save the illuminated screen
Holding memories yet unseen

Movement
The slides begin to change
Bringing with them the odd, the funny, the strange

Quickened breath
A soft whimper sounds
The noise resounds

Sparkling
Tears begin to brim,
Soon to spill over the rim

Trails
The tears begin their descent
Due to what the images represent

A choked voice
A soft wail escaping lips
Onto the skirt, a tear drips

Light
With a rush, they turn on
Like the promise of a new dawn

People jump to their feet,
Find the people that will leave

Their friends,
Their family

Bonds may break,
Others will stay

Hugs, sobs, voices fill the air
All with love, with care

But, when the chaos subsides,
We are left with the knowledge
That most bonds will survive

Throughout time,
For the rest of everyone's lives

Good luck, seniors of 2018. We're all with you all the way.
Parting doesn't always mean disappearance. So many people are close to one another.
Friendships form and break, people meet and fall apart.
However, we'll still be close. I know a lot of people in this class, and I'm honored to be close to some of you.
Thank you all for making these three years so amazing.

With love,
Sloane