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11 , 11

by KoraSani

clocks like everything else are manufactured to give meaning to the passing world around us the concept of time may be nothing but an illusion & time like everything else holds no more weight than what the human mind allows for it when our clocks show the symbol 11:11 we conjure up a hope that four 1's side by side may impact what is to come as that number echoes in a row everything aligns becoming pleasurable to the mind's eye we allow this illusion to take precedence for we have nothing to lose and everything to gain
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#clock#time#life#thinking#meaning#illusion#weight#hope#wish
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