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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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Time Heals - Poem

 Time Heals

It doesn’t rush,
doesn’t shout its presence,
but moves softly
through the cracks in our pain.

One morning,
the weight feels lighter—
not gone,
but bearable.

A memory once sharp
becomes a whisper,
still tender,
but no longer bleeding.

You breathe without noticing.
You smile without guilt.
You begin again,
not because you forgot,
but because you lived.

Time doesn’t erase—
it transforms.



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