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            <title><![CDATA[Before Midnight]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Where many masks cohabit, I find the liminal space before midnight the most honest — as if, after shedding skin, only light is left to be. In moments of truth, when thoughts are no longer listened to, the urge to create becomes unavoidable. I’ve lived this reality for many years — perhaps across many lives. When the fire is contained, it turns into blindness. I don’t want to be blind anymore. Blind to my own essence and the necessity to create, I realized my greatest fear was exposure — letti...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Where many masks cohabit, I find the liminal space before midnight the most honest — as if, after shedding skin, only light is left to be.</p><p>In moments of truth, when thoughts are no longer listened to, the urge to create becomes unavoidable. I’ve lived this reality for many years — perhaps across many lives.</p><p>When the fire is contained, it turns into blindness. I don’t want to be blind anymore.</p><p>Blind to my own essence and the necessity to create, I realized my greatest fear was exposure — letting everything within me come into the light. A fear of being seen, and paradoxically, a fear of seeing.</p><p>This is a space where my midnight thoughts find a world to inhabit — a place of statements that may resonate with others’ experiences, creating meaningful connections through the exploration of light and shadow.</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener follow" class="dont-break-out ni ak ao aq" href="https://medium.com/tag/self-expression?source=post_page-----e0c3d03defa4---------------------------------------"><br></a></p>]]></content:encoded>
            <author>midnightthoghts@newsletter.paragraph.com (Midnight Thoughts)</author>
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