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Alone, a leaking fountain of love whom no one wishes to drink, a feeling of separation from an ignorantly blissful world, deeper into my unfulfilled hopes I sink wishing she would save me from the loneliness I've been hurled I don't understand why it's difficult for me to find my destined match in this hateful sea. How I've waited and searched and used every method taught, but contrary to what I want, its me she has forgot. My envy abounds as I see success in all trial my peers recess. I want a partner, a mate of my own, whose love has no issue of being shown. I dream of joining the evergrowing group of faithful matches who need no proof. Why do I fail when success seems sure? I long for completion, the kind that's pure. Am I the reason for my grief, is it to do with me? Or does my answer lie hidden in a cloud of mystery?