Fire.
I've always been attracted to fire.
Others fear it, they steer clear of it.
But I've never been one to follow the crowd.
I love fire, I always have.
While everyone else is safely away, I'm the one testing my limits.
Staring at the flames, watching them demolish anything in their path.
Not many people see the beauty I do in those flames.
The colours, the hypnotic way it dances in the wind, the danger.
I'm the girl that sits to close and tried to caress the fire, to feel it's warmth.
Fire is like a beer to an alcoholic to me.
Like a syringe to a drug addict.
I'm the moth to the flame.
People fear fire; Why?
Because it can ruin everything in its wake?
But, most of the time, it takes someone to set the blaze in the first place.
Fire is an incredible element, you just need to respect it, and learn how to handle it.
But if you play with fire long enough,
If you test its limits and push your luck,
If you try tame a blaze that was roaring long before you found it;
You will end up getting burned.
That scalding, that pain, that scar, makes normal people run away.
But, as I established; I'm not a normal girl.
I'm covered in burns, some old, some deep and scarred, some new and raw.
But I still haven't moved out of the fires path.
No, instead, I'm being stubborn.
Instead I'm trying to prove my loyalty.
Instead, I'm challenging it.
Instead, I'm putting myself on the line for the very fire that has burned me before.
I'm far to consumed to give up now.
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