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11:59


11:59

The odd time before the coming of the noon. 

The afternoon where lunch has started and the children play at recess.

The time where college students rush to their dorms to complete and assignment that should have been completed days ago.

When did this come to be?

12:00 is when we all forget.

We forget to breathe.

We forget to take in our surroundings.

In this moment we forget the morning we cant get back. 

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