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...im a boy trying to balance time and its delicate. Like a glass ball, attached to a tree by a string its beautiful but when the wind comes its dangerous... its a breaking moment when the sway is too heavy and the glass is no longer a perfect sphere its on the floor. so i try to pick it up but now its alive and its one thing i love the most. so i run with it to take it somewhere, to make it heal. your after me though and i cant seem to run fast enough along the dirt road the pebbles are determining will i fall or make it to the fork in the road? jajaja.