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When thoughts try to burn my soul,
In suffocating air, I tend to lose control,
I run towards you,
My fire exit, a good escape,
Wrapped in your arms, soothes my burns,
being held in your arms is my favourite place
You’re my fire exit, my safe space.
About the Creator
Piku - fragments_of_me🌻
I write when my heart is too full and my mind too restless. Words may not always come out perfect, but they are raw, real, and mine. Through poetry and prose, I try to capture what I feel, hoping someone, somewhere, might feel it too.
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