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Last Saturday my friend passed away
and when I say what day that he passed away
people have been to think that I joke
but his death is no joke
I may call this man my friend, but to be honest I never really knew Joey
Yes, there was a slight time when I saw this guy, Joe
I only have one memory of him my freshman year of high school
and it was in the that slight time that we were friends in high school
I haven't seen him in 3 years and I only knew him for one
I haven't thought of him in 3 years and I just thought of him for once
With that I saw his death in my news feed and its hard to realize I can never message him
He probably wouldn't even of remembered me, but I remember him
I wear a memorial of his passing on my arm
I drew it myself and this anchor reminds me of him and his crew; all it takes is my arm
His passing makes this the hardest thing to write and I can't imagine the pain his real friends must feel
I'm sorry for us all, I'm sorry for his family, I'm sorry I don't know them, I'm sorry for how we feel
Most of all I'm sorry that I can't help, all I can do is remember
and hopefully me remembering and caring is enough to bring some comfort, I will remember.
To the memory of my friend Joey Morales, who passed away 4/20/13.
 Apr 2013 Alex Bautista
Tessa F
Milk
 Apr 2013 Alex Bautista
Tessa F
You told me not to cry over spoiled milk.
But darling, I never liked expiration dates.
I don't want things to end.
But maybe the beauty is in the inevitability.
So I'll leave the fridge door open, and feel the breeze for just a little while longer.
Darkness, when he sobs,
turns his sadness into storms,
his tears into rain.
She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art
And she radiated art
And art was her life

And we
All loved her
One hundred percent
And every
Girl
Was her
Best friend

And the priest
Doing the funeral
Hadn't met her.
But her parents
Paid him like he had.

And they told the priest
"She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art.
And she radiated art.
And art was her life."

And so that was what he
Told the
Congregation.


But when
A quiet person like her
Dies
No one ever finds out
That she
Hated art
But
In fact
She loved Forensic Science.
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