Stop gifting me presents I
Don't want to keep
Wrapped in fragility and
Breaking like
Ceramic
Dolls
That should have been kept
On the shelf
Where my childhood
Was
Disappeared
Now
Like everything that
Used to be.
I am not the gatekeeper
Of memories
Artifacts
Artifacts
Once strewn on the dining room table
Is it not
Typical
That I should be put
in charge
Of keeping them safe and happy
Like I always was
Only they can't be
So why are you
Asking me
Handing me
Boxes
That I never
Asked for.
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