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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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Written in your Pain

Written in Your Pain

Written in your pain I read,
The silent wounds that gently bleed,
The words you never meant to say,
The truths that shook your world away.

I trace the lines beneath your scars,
The wars you fought without the stars,
The sleepless nights, the swallowed cries,
The broken faith behind your eyes.

But in that ink of grief and fire,
I see a heart that won’t expire,
For souls like yours are built to stand—
To rise from ashes, hand in hand.

And though your pain still writes its part,
It does not own your living heart,
For every page that aches and stains
Still holds a love untouched by chains.
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