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Sitting in a classroom Not knowing what I am going to do -or where I am going to go. I am a senior. I should know what I want to do with my life. I must, before it’s too late.
I love music, and nature, and flowers, and suchI love helping some students with homework and stuff
so cheers to the teenage years glad that we faced our past fears now we say our goodbyes Now with teary eyes with gleeful cries With elation! jubilation! today is a cause for celebration
If I could give you anything Anything, anything at all I would give you the gift of words Words spurred from a place deep within you, Words buried so deep, The word “deep” itself
I am a liar skilled in the ways of manipulation like star constellations, I connect the dots, thoughts leading to rotten deeds committed in secret. And to you It’s a pretty picture in the sky