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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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Nowhere to go

Nowhere to Go

Nowhere to go, yet miles to feel,
With wounds too quiet to reveal,
I walk through crowds that never know
The silent weight of nowhere to go.

The roads are open, still I stand,
With trembling heart and empty hands,
Searching skies for some faint glow,
A sign beyond this nowhere to go.

But in the stillness something grows—
A fragile strength the spirit knows,
For sometimes lost is how we show
The path we couldn’t see below.

And though tonight feels cold and slow,
Remember this in undertow:
When all seems dark and hope lies low,
The way begins… from nowhere to go.
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