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Nov 2012
I hear the choking sound,
                  turn around
I see the boy, the tree, the pink leash,
                  pink, why pink
I touch the boy, his skin is ice, Why?
                   he's so cold
I feel the fear and tears,
                  do not cry
I speak the words, "Michael? Wake up, you're gonna be in trouble!"
                   *he's gone
As a little girl, 6 to be exact, I learned to despise the color pink, especially hot pink.
Sunshine Girl
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Sunshine Girl  Gender Fluid/Unknown
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