My spirit fractured, shard by shard, By harsh critiques, and battles hard. Each failure etched, a painful line, Dimming the light that once was mine. The laughter stifled, joy suppressed, A hollow feeling in my chest. I walked in fear, with hesitant tread, The ghost of doubt, within my head. But in the quiet, a gentle hum, A different future starts to come. This building back, a slow ascent, On patient spirit, I am bent. Not with a bang, but with a tear, I'll face the world, and conquer fear. Each careful placement, piece by piece, To find my inner, lasting peace. The walls now rise, more firm and true, A stronger me, emerging through.
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My spirit fractured, shard by shard,…
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My spirit fractured, shard by shard, — By harsh critiques, and battles hard.
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