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Midnight confessions

At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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Be wild with me,
not with chaos, but with the kind of love
that forgets the world
and remembers only two hands reaching for each other.

Be gentle—
this heart has cracked in places
where silence once lived.
It carries memories like shadows,
but still, it beats for something new.

Be patient with me,
with the tremble in my voice
when I say your name like a prayer.
I am still learning
that love does not always leave.

But with you,
I want to stay.
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