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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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Dying inside

Dying Inside

I smile while the night breaks through,
A borrowed light, a fractured truth,
My lips say fine, my eyes stay dry,
While something in my chest learns how to die.

I carry days like quiet scars,
Unseen wounds beneath the stars,
Each breath a weight I can’t confide,
Alive in form, but dying inside.

Still, in the ruins, a spark remains,
A fragile hope stitched into pain,
For even hearts that break and hide
Are proof that once, they loved with pride.

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