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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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Silence

Silence

Silence is louder than words we hide,
It fills the space where truths collide,
It sits between what we could say
And what we slowly let decay.

Silence knows the weight of tears,
It echoes doubts, it feeds our fears,
It wraps around an aching chest
And offers neither peace nor rest.

Yet in its depth a lesson grows,
A fragile strength the spirit knows,
For sometimes in what isn’t said
We find the path we need to tread.

Silence can break or make us whole—
It can divide or mend a soul,
And in its hush, if we are wise,
We hear the truth beneath disguise.
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