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Apr 2013
There are very few things in our world
That we have a choice with
From the color of our cars,
To our best friends.
But if someone tries to take that right
Away from our tiny grasp

                                             What's the point of the being your own person?  
                                             What's the point of having a brain of your own?
                                             What's the point of even thinking about it?

                                                                                                                                       What's the point?
Lily Hasler
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