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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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The power to move on

The Power to Move On

Moving on sounds simple said,
But God, it weighs like stones of lead—
A quiet war behind the eyes,
Where hope rebuilds and fear defies.

It’s waking up with trembling breath,
Still haunted by a love’s old death,
Still checking wounds you wish were gone,
Still asking why you linger on.

It’s learning how to trust again,
To open doors once sealed by pain,
To hold your ground when doubts demand
For you to crawl instead of stand.

But still, you push—though hearts may shake,
Though nights may hurt and old ghosts ache,
For strength is not to never fall,
But rise again through it all.

And one day soon, without a thought,
You’ll feel less pulled by what you lost—
For moving on is slow and real,
But oh, the power when you heal.
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