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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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Why I keep on hurting - Poem

Why I Keep on Hurting

I build my walls of silver and glass,
Yet every shadow still seems to pass,
A wound I cover with whispered lies,
But pain remembers, and never dies.

I give my soul to a fragile flame,
Then wonder why it burns my name,
I plant my love where thorns still grow,
And reap the ache I should let go.

I chase the echoes of what was lost,
Ignoring lessons, counting the cost,
My heart repeats what my mind forgave,
A dancer bound to the same old wave.

I keep on hurting, yet I still try,
For in the breaking, I learn to fly,
And though my scars are a quiet art,
They’re just the map of my healing heart.

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