as d time goes by, it builds up a home,
so i would have d chance to stay safe,
or just being me, in my shelter from the eyes n ears,
either isolating or out casted,
still, i know my ground, d solid i m grasping on to,
from d outsiders' lies and truths,
because now, it s nothing than a barricade, neither fence nor home,
just an artistic barricade of mine.
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