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Gedicht: Burnout thoughts

When days turn into weeks,
And weeks into months unfurl,
My hopes and dreams, they leak,
How did I become such a fool?

A vague blend of blue, gray, and black
Marks the only passage of time.
On darker days I seem to crack,
When failing feels like a crime.

I clamp myself onto hope,
Hoping it will all be alright.
The only way I can cope,
All my demons at night.

Over het gedicht:

While dealing with burnout, I experience this.