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They spoke. Unloaded their hearts.

Cried into the night until they felt lighter.

And then... they slept peacefully.

No one noticed I stayed awake.

No one asked why my eyes

refused to close.

I listened to everyone.

Held space. Gave comfort.

But when the room went silent,

so did the concern.

I wasn't tired. I was heavy.

Heavy with feelings

I never said out loud.

Everyone had someone to ask, "Are you okay?"

I had the ceiling.

And the dark.

And my own heartbeat echoing too loud.

But maybe that's strength -

learning to survive nights

no one checks on.