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Dear Graduation,
you actually happened.
you're the conclusion I've been dreading.
you're the conclusion I've been dreading.
you came and went before I knew it.
you force me into a murky, unclear place of transition
and leave me asking questions like, "what next?"Graduation, you're kinda scary, completely surreal, and almost too liberating- all at the same time. All I see before me is time and possibility and I have no idea where to go...
but graduation, I want you to know that I'm also very proud of you. You are the culmination of four years of work, joy, and growth and even if I fought against you, in some ways, it was nice to finally meet you last Saturday.
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