If I say I love you
It is nothing but I simply
Start my cheating process .
Actually there is nothing
Called love in this material world.
On this material platform
No one actually helps another
There is nothing called love.
Pleasure and happiness are
Vague words that have no meanings.
Love happiness pleasures
All are temporary creations
O my dear, don't go with them
These are words of cheaters.
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