Ambers red,
midnight left for dead.
Things left and unsaid.
My hearts gripped in thorn
I'm at a place I don't belong
I see the hurt they cause
I shouldn't be here for long.
My hearts at ease alone
I fear my presents shall be gone.
all on my own
throwing pebbles in waters unknown.
I'm a traveller in my mind
Conversations differ in time.

I'm on moving platform called inner peace & searching in the distance for relative times to increase.

My time is limited by the
past mistakes they bring up.
I'm loosing moral and pouring this into the wrong cup.

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