Future promises are empty promises...
I don't want any promises. If it's in front of my eyes it's real otherwise it's just a phantom. Now matter how beautiful / handsome / charming / irresistible this phantom is, it's still just a phantom.
I don't want phantoms, I want tangibility.
I don't have a stomach for BS. I don't have a stomach for promised big dreams. I don't have a stomach for imagined things....
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