(Written by Brian Vander Ark) Never really meant
to volunteer. Felt the urge to stretch after a
yawn and incidently raised my hand. I just want
to be her special. Someone who will never
pioneer. I prefer to watch the mud break off her
heels and turn into cement. I just want to be her
ornament. Her shadow seems much cooler. Camouflage
myself and plan a splendid entrance. I just want
to be her situation pending expectation. I just
want to be her ornament. Never really meant to
volunteer. I fought the urge to stretch after a
yawn and accidentally lost my head. I just want
to be her exploitation and abbreviation. I just
want to be her ornament.
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