promises tend to be like water :::
when they are given to me :::
they are contained in a neat little cup :::
but over time, somehow the cup gets punctured :::
and slowly, the water seeps out of the cup :::
as the promise fades away :::
and before long :::
I look back at the cup :::
and realize it's empty :::
as if the promise never existed to begin with :::
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