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Nov 2012
I see your face,
        hear your voice your laugh,
                 feel your joy,
                       smell your smell so clean and crisp
Your eyes, they look sincere, but your voice seems confused,
          Your joy, it's changed, it's different somehow.
                   Your smell, it's different, less innocent in a way.
That sentence, is it true?
         *What's it mean to hang yourself?
Sunshine Girl
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Sunshine Girl  Gender Fluid/Unknown
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   Nick Durbin and Timothy
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