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NORWEGIAN PART

I can see the large hand of the clock slowly moving one step to the right, tick tock, tick tock. I close my eyes and all my memories come back to me like a lightning bolt.

My first day at primary school, secondary school, my graduation. My family and my friends. Happiness and misery, my life...... I hear the clock tick. Tick tock, tick tock.

My life has passed by so quickly. Now I feel like time went by and I just stood still. I wish I could turn back time and relive my life. My illness makes me weak, I know that my time is limited. What have I done to deserve this?