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Dec 2013
From birth I've made myself a person
Carved from flesh and bone
Society handed me the tools
And I was to choose my tone

I toyed with my aspects
My decisions and choices forming me
Whatever I became
My plan was to be free

But as I grew something changed
A sudden influence cast down
How can any resist
With the influence of society all around?

Soon it seemed it wasn't me
Controlling who I was
Every aspect of my being
Common because

I was no longer part of myself
I was no longer one of a kind
I was just another mimic of society
A clone unable to be refined

I refused to be a part of that person
I accept being one of a kind
That last thing this world needs
Is a person without their own mind
Written by
Elizabeth Thorn
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