i don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
i don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
hidden in the bottom drawer
i don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
lend me some fresh air
i don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
i don't want to be your babysitter
you're a very big boy now
i don't want to be your mother
i didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
show me the back door

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