An Endless Loop

Nov 9, 2022

1 min read

Updated: Jul 30, 2025

By Debansha Mukherjee

Sundays don't feel like Sundays anymore,

Monday doesn't hurt,

Friday doesn't bring joy,

Every day before I go to bed

I need something to divert,

It feels like every day is the same

And I am not living, just breathing

On a constant loop

I am barely alive anymore

I feel torn.

By Debansha Mukherjee

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