The creek
the creek the creek is where we met and I think of it every time I cry the falling water from the top to the bottom into a stream a big long deep stream when I lost you I lost the Creed and everything. the creek wasn't just a place we hung out it was my life it was our life have you ever watched bridge to terabithia you're the girl and you fell in the creek but the creek flows like a river maybe the creek was a river but it was still the one that we saw was still and never moved it was still but now it and moves like a river when I lost you it moved like a river it was a river the creek was a river I lost you like I lost the creek... was it the creek?
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