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Burnout

Nov 29, 2024
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Updated: Jul 11, 2025

By R.P.Avanthikha


Gradually depleting; 

nothing more left to go on

surrounded by ever so many,

never really appertained.

Trying to grasp every little blithe,

that would transcend me to serenity

unfledged to know it gets better 

Best believe I'm still alright.


By R.P.Avanthikha

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