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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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My last breath

My Last Breath

My last breath waits between your name and night,
A fragile flame that trembles into light,
I give it softly to the quiet air,
A final truth I never learned to spare.

It carries all the words I couldn’t say,
The loves I hid, the fears I pushed away,
Each heartbeat fading like a distant shore,
Where I arrive as waves return once more.

If you should feel a warmth without a sound,
A sudden calm where loss and hope are bound,
Know that my ending learned a gentler way—
My last breath stayed, so you could always stay.


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