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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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Can't Breathe

 Can’t Breathe

The walls are close, the air is thin,
my chest is caged by storm within.
Each breath I chase dissolves in fear,
a ghost of calm I can’t draw near.

The night is heavy, silence screams,
my lungs forget their tender dreams.
The stars look down, but none can see,
the fight inside — I can’t break free.

The world spins slow, my heart beats fast,
each second feels it might be last.
Yet through the dark, a spark remains,
a breath of hope that breaks the chains.

For though I drown in unseen sea,
I’ll rise again — and learn to breathe.



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