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Today


11:59 p.m.

 

in one minute, or

sixty seconds, or

sixty thousand milliseconds,

today will be gone

and today will be yesterday and 

tomorrow will be today.

 

it’s kind of terrifying when

you think about it.

 

terrifying in the way that everything

you did today - all the 

lists you’ve made,

places you’ve been,

things you’ve touched,

songs you’ve heard,

conversations you’ve had - will

soon become a memory,

or worse, it would be forgotten.

lost amidst all of your yesterdays.

gone. 

 

12:00 a.m. 

today.

 

 

- c.s 

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realface
<p>powerful</p>

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