Clashing, breaking, falling, everything seemed like glass,
From grief and anguish people were unable to surpass.
I held onto myself, trying to stand tall,
Trying to stay strong when the people tried making me feel small.
Jumping hurdles as if I was in a race,
I tried filling up your black space.
I had overcome my grief, but,
One day I slowly made a cut.
I finally let my boat sink,
But was shocked when instead of blood I bled ink.
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