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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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Some doors remain closed

Some Doors Remain Closed

Some doors remain closed…
No matter how softly you knock,
No matter how long you wait
In front of them.

You wonder what’s behind them,
If something beautiful was meant for you,
Or if it was never yours
To begin with.

It’s hard to walk away
From what could have been,
From the “almost”
That still lingers in your chest.

But maybe not every door is meant to open…
Maybe some are there
To turn you around,
To guide you somewhere else.

And one day you’ll see—
The doors that stayed closed
Were the ones
That saved you.
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