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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
