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Seniorness

[S]sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's easy, it can be fun, just not when it's almost done.

[e]even though the time is nearing, there is a hole in your heart.

[n]never stops tearing.

[i]I'll miss these days as my future comes closer.

[o]over and over I think these things through.

[r]rather than leaving, I wish I could stay.

[y]yet my time here is going away.

[e]everything is changing, nothing stays the same

[a]as a senior you find it's not so lame.

[r]realizing I'm no longer a kid. My future awaits me and it's time to go.

I'm grown now, you see. It's time to let me go.

However, I must say, your senior year is the greatest 

you'll get lunch detention when you're the latest, but

it's all worth it and you just end up loving it.

The laughter, the teachers, the awesome principle and his assistant.

The early morning greetings and the no reason high fives.

You see you'll miss this, it's all so complicated.

With the memories you have it keeps you a smile.

For I have learned there is a place like home. It's your senior year.

A time you hold forever and dear.

Say goodbye to the faculty, the staff, and your friends, but

you can't say goodbye to the seniorness, it sticks

with you like the first time you rode a bike. I never thought school 

could be so much fun, till the very first day I started this thing.

I'm a senior && soon I'm gone, but to the good, the bad, the easy, and

the complicated...It was ALL WORTH IT, BABY!! 

In Salem

If I were being accused of witchcraft. Of course, like any other person I'd deny it.

I wouldn't keep on and keep on. It'd be a waste of time, but I would tell them it would come

back to bite them in the butt, when God punishes them for killing innocent people. I would let them know that they chose to find the worst in a person and that's not something God would do and for them to claim their acceptance of God, they sure aren't acting upon it. Also, it's all weird to me. How does it one day just happen? Why would they honestly believe in witches? Do they not believe in their God so much as to think witches exist? I would look at them in disgust, for they have disappointed their Lord and fellow people. I would pray for them loud enough for them to hear me and I would apologize that they do not know better. They are the sinners; not the accused. I would share all of that with them. If they chose to keep on. Well, my last words to them would be...It is not I whom I feel sorry for. It is you, because you chose to be a murderer to the innocent and I tried to keep you from making this mistake. I could not make you listen. Let's see how well it is to explain yourself when you meet your creator at his beautiful golden gates. It is then, you will see and by then it will be too late.