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I used to chase the loudest fire,

The  rush, the pull, the deep desire.

I thought love had to shake my bones,

And leave me scared when I was alone.

But quiet taught me how to heal,

How steady love is still real.

How peace can feel like something deep,

The kind that lets your spirit sleep.

Now I don't miss the burning game,

Or hearts that leave and come the same.

I finally chose the quiet life-

And found my heart could still feel bright.