Deprived of Love
I am deprived of your true love.
I inhabit any other planet than Earth.
I’m suffocating due to a lack of your love.
I’m losing the gravity to hold down your love.
Deceitfulness is exacerbating the situation.
My world is getting unable to sustain life.
Immediate assistance is the path to survival.
Otherwise, failure will be the result of my quest.
I’m questing for a mirage to appease my thirst.
I’m beseeching my own mind for some clues.
I’m trying to reach even the edge of perfection
To be nominated in the annals of the true love.
Scientifically, the goal of love is faithfulness.
Indeed, I’m trying to formulate a useful theory.
I need to gather evidence to test my hypothesis.
The result should never always be disappointment!
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