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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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Why I'm still here?

Why I'm Still Here

Why am I still here, waiting in the quiet shade?
Why does your name return when all the echoes fade?
Why does my chest still warm at memories we made?
Why do I hold the bridge that life has never swayed?
Why does your absence speak louder than your voice did?
Why does my heart unlock what time tried hard to forbid?
Why do I trace the dreams that both of us once hid?
Why do I stand in places where your shadows slid?
Why do I search the stars for signs I’ll never find?
Why do I read your silence like you meant to write a line?
Why does the world turn dim without your hand in mine?
Why do I stay behind when you no longer give a sign?
Why am I still here—loving without demand?
Why do I call your name though you don’t understand?
Why do I carry love like fire in my hand?
Why am I still here… when you let go of all we planned?
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