Burnout

Sep 2, 2024

1 min read

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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