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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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My home

My home was never made of stone,
Nor walls that kept me all alone.
It lived inside a gentle light,
A quiet soul that felt so right.

My home was laughter in the rain,
Soft healing hands on hidden pain.
A voice that calmed the storms in me,
Like moonlight dancing on the sea.

My home was found in tired eyes,
Still full of stars and endless skies.
In whispered words and sleepless nights,
In fragile hearts and city lights.

And if one day the world turns cold,
And every story loses gold,
I’ll still remember what was true:
My home was never place… but you.
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