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She takes you places where you would never expect.
Unlike a friend, she wonders in silence, to find your regrets.
No memories of a time without her control.
She delivers anxiety and takes away hope.

What would be if she were not here,
Lack of inspiration, or maybe no fear.
Dementia; might be the word,
If she were not here,
To describe the world

She sees ahead in the intent to protect.
Hand in hand, to see through the darkness, she'll always be back.
Lonelyness fled, for she has returned
Converse with her, before all is gone.

What would be if she were not here,
Lack of inspiration, or maybe no fear.
Dementia; might be the word,
If she were not here,
To describe the world


--- To you, who is this "SHE" the poem is refering to.
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