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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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