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Senior Year

Senior year is finally here
I almost want to sing or cheer
Never thought I would make it
Or graduate I must admit
The end is very near
And from this town I will disappear
I will come back every now and again
To make sure my mother hasn't gone insane
I will miss nothing and no one
My own life will just have begun
I WILL live out my dreams and aspirations
No matter how hard the complications
Here's to senior year
I can't believe it's here

I'm not innocent

I would try my hardest to convince them I was a witch especially if I was like the third or fourth person accused. My letter would consist of cursing everyone in the town. I would tell everyone that I had been inside them while they slept. I wouldn't try to prove my innocence because I would have seen how they treated the others. I would then pray to God when I was hung and go to heaven a happy person.