But you can't make that become me
You can see into what makes me
But you can't comprehend the binding
And it's such a personal thing
You can't honestly be looking at me
Like the daughter you once had
Who you held so sparingly
Who you fed and clothed
And everything
I am not that
You can no longer take care of me
Because I will resent you
And that may be sad
But it's the truth
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