The document suggests that no matter how much effort one puts into their appearance or accomplishments, if the person they love does not reciprocate their feelings, then it will all be for nothing. Over multiple paragraphs, it provides exaggerated examples of ways one might improve themselves, such as using the finest fragrances, makeup, clothing, accessories, etc. However, it ultimately concludes each time that if the heart of the one they love does not beat for them in return, then they should just forget it, as no amount of self-improvement will change how that person feels and they may commit suicide rather than betray their own heart.

1. JUST FORGET IT BUDDY
You might have sprinkled the most opulent fragrance of holistic sandalwood on even
the most infinitesimal pore of your body; since a countless moments before the
crackle of fugitive dawn,
You might have profusely pursed your lips with the most rhapsodically ecstatic
sugarcane juice; till the time they radiated a majestically perpetual scarlet,
You might have adorned your wrists with the most spell-bindingly royal wrist-watch;
whose untamed effervescence could singlehandedly illuminate the complexion of the
ghoulishly frigid night,
You might have brandished the most blazingly fearless sword on your countenance;
unflinchingly portraying you to be a true soldier of your sacrosanct mother soil,
But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then do whatever
conceivable you could; dress so dynamically that the fathomless sky irrefutably
blended with threadbare ground; and she’d still commit a countless suicides; rather
than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you .
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You might have embellished your eyelashes with a mascara so overwhelmingly
sensuous; that even the most treacherously dumb stones sprang to vivaciously
enamoring life,
You might have scrubbed your skin with the most stringent antiseptic; making it glow
more brilliantly than the blistering afternoon Sun,
You might have developed your muscles more effusively than the most indomitably
towering mountain peaks; as they came the unrelenting desire of every nubile maiden
alive,
You might have adorned your charismatic persona in the most fashionably awe-
inspiring denim suit; with an aura of unceasing silk ubiquitously diffusing from your
pricelessly exquisite demeanor,
But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then do whatever
conceivable you could; dress so enchantingly that even the most languidly barren
patches in sky showered torrential rain ; and she’d still commit a countless suicides;
rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you .

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You might have uninhibitedly rolled in a river of Olive Oil; to marvelously accentuate
each cranny of your countenance; to the most unprecedentedly enthralling limits,
You might have unsurpassably fudged your nape with the costliest chains of gold
and silver; twinkling like a resplendently gregarious star even in the most cadaverously
blackened night,
You might have sequestered your bohemian feet within the most luxuriously regale
ivory shoes; engendering the earth to thunder as you gloriously marched in
impeccable integrity,
You might have shielded the whites and blacks of your eyes with the most
magnetically pristine shades of Sun glass; through which the entire planet appeared as
an insuperably compassionate romantic mist,
But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then
do whatever conceivable you could; dress so triumphantly that every miserably
incarcerated ingredient of the atmosphere liberated towards eternal freedom; and
she’d still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and
marry you .
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You might have swirled the hair on your scalp to such unbelievably remarkable
degrees of jazzy contemporariness; that every eyeball as you wandered on the streets;
stayed agglutinated towards you for times immemorial,
You might have galloped in such lightening fast cars; that the pulse of every
exuberant girl on this planet; felt like climaxing to its best in the land of celestially
unfettered paradise,
You might have sung such inimitable tunes of effulgent melody; that even the
most salacious trace of despairing prejudice in bereaved quarter of mother earth;
metamorphosed into a garden of mesmerizing newness,
You might have entwined such an unimaginably fascinating snake leather belt
in your trouser; that the most enviably tantalizing damsels on this globe; obeisantly
bowed down to even the most ethereal of your commands,
But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then you could
do whatever conceivable you could; dress so handsomely that the planet outside felt

3. bizarrely naked without a cloth on its body ; and she’d still commit a countless
suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you .