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Jan 2019
Time is ticking,
Very quietly,
Body grows weaker,
Strength is fading away,
Bit by bit.
You will know that a huge storm is coming,
When the clock in your body is not functioning as well as before.
Time is precious,
Wait no more,
But chase after it.
Somehow you will know whether you are dying....
Your body will show you very clearly or mildly....
But you will know.
Nissa
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