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Tick tock. went my grandfather clock. Always screaming the burning of time.

Time. What is time? Nothing but the slicing down of each breathe of life. Be it a milisecond, second or hour.

But who is to slice it down? Know how many more breathes we ought. It even seems odd that they are even timed.

Nowonder I remember the words in the Holy book;

“Our days are numbered but whoever does the will of God lives forever!”

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Author: Sheznitt

A 26 year old editor, social media strategist and blogger. I love to write and am happy for the opportunity to entertain and inform you through my blogs.

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