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Reality is harsh
Abrasive to my skin
Home, I thought, would be my safe place
But the shelter turned out to be a twin.
I've learnt to live amidst the wild
Impersonate the uncivil and gigantic
Civilisation seldom possesses civic
For calling me melodramatic,
I now wear myself like an armour
Claiming arrows shot my way,
Say what you may, come what may,
I'm my own, home's never been mine anyway.
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