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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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High and low

High and Low

I loved you through the high and low,
Through fleeting light and undertow,
Through days that danced in golden fire,
And nights that drowned in lost desire.

Through every rise, through every fall,
Through silent rooms and echoing calls,
My heart remained, though winds would blow,
Still standing through the high and low.

For love is not a single flame,
Nor only joy we dare to claim—
It walks the valleys, climbs the snow,
And learns to live through high and low.
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