When Fire Feels Like Home
A person born in a burning house believes the world is on fire. They breathe in the smoke and call it oxygen. They grow up on chaos and name it normal. Peace? Feels like a trick. Safety? Feels like a setup. Stillness? Feels too loud. They flinch when nothing is wrong. They run when love stays too long. But healing, healing starts the moment they see a window. And whisper: "Is it always like this?" Because the truth is the world is not always on fire. And you don't have to live in smoke.
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