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Jan 2018
There was a creek
Down in a hidden island
Called ******* Creek
Those who went down
And stood in it's waters
Were said to have drowned,
Crippled by the waters
Crippled by the stream
Crippled by the cold

So, I wander down to the creek
With hope that the waters
Might drown out my feelings
That they might sweep away the pain

So, I wander down to the ******* Creek
Hoping for it to take me
And one day I'll return
Anew, refreshed
The refreshing waters changed my life. Maybe they can change yours <3
Jácquêline Lewis
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Jácquêline Lewis  14/MTF/Racine, WI
(14/MTF/Racine, WI)   
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   Pranav Mahajan and Jey Blu
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