No More Promises

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If you want to improve one's tomorrow start it from one's today. To improve tomorrow is merely a promise for the future, but if one's today is so much painful that one closes his eyes, one is already dreaming a beautiful tomorrow, one's dreams are better for one than that of yours, touch his heart without any further delay, so that one opens his closed eyes, finds a friend to heal his wounds, one needs your help and your relieving words, right now when one is in a deadly pain, tomorrow never comes, do it right now, no promises no more delay. Everything has a beauty hidden in it The hidden beauty of a lovely friend are his immediate helping hands or at least a few words of sympathy that may reduce one's pains. No more promises no more assurance of a bright future, no more promises. As a friend you know one's wounds are due to the broken promises.

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