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With me she was so much,
But alas I lost her
Just as she lost herself.
Years later I found her,
In the devils garden
Consuming the lettuce.
I felt sad for her,
As though she ruined herself.
I knew I could’ve helped her
But she never wanted it.
And so I left her there,
In her delusional state
Accompanied by all those ants.



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