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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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I miss You

I Miss You

I miss you in the quiet spaces,
Between my breaths, between my days,
In empty rooms that know my name,
In songs that never sound the same.

I miss you in the way I pause,
In thoughts that break their own applause,
In moments meant for two, not one,
Where echoes stay when you are gone.

I miss you—not just who you were,
But who I was when you were near,
The softer laugh, the braver heart,
The me that bloomed within your arms.

And though I walk and smile and try,
And tell the world that I’m alright,
There’s truth I keep where tears don’t show—
I miss you more than you will know.

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