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Some souls have grown so numb to the quiet beauty of peace, they chase chaos just to remind themselves they’re still alive. They pick fights like flowers, sowing arguments where there could be understanding. Not because they want to hurt, but because they’ve forgotten how to feel anything else.

Conflict becomes their comfort. Anger feels like intimacy. They confuse the adrenaline of destruction with the warmth of connection. And in their desperation to fill the void within, they begin to tear down everything around them, including the people who once tried to love them whole.

It’s heartbreaking to witness someone self-destruct and call it love. To watch them light emotional fires just to sit in the warmth of temporary attention. They’ll drag you into their storms, then blame you for the lightning. And in their world, your calm becomes a threat, not a refuge.

But here’s the truth: you are not responsible for saving a soul that refuses to see the difference between love and war. You are not a shelter for someone who only visits in their storms. You are not the echo they throw their pain into.

Walk away, not because you’ve given up on them, but because you’ve finally chosen yourself. Walk away because healing doesn’t live in destruction, and peace should not be paid for with your sanity.

Let them chase their chaos.

Let them wrestle with their silence.

But you...

you deserve softness, safety, and a love that doesn’t set you on fire just to watch you glow.



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