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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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Help me heal

Help Me Heal

Help me heal—don’t fix or teach,
Just sit with me where sorrows reach,
Where words fall short and tears are real,
And broken things forget how to feel.

Help me heal—don’t rush the night,
Don’t flood my wounds with borrowed light,
Just let me breathe, and let me ache,
For healing blooms where hearts first break.

Help me heal—by staying near,
By giving room to every fear,
By holding space for what I hide,
Until my courage comes from inside.

Help me heal—slow as rain,
Soft as hands on unseen pain,
For in your warmth I slowly learn
That shattered hearts can still return.
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