It felt like a burning flame, it burned so bright and so violently that it was too much at times.
But every time she remembered the reason the fire was lit, she remembered the small burning embers that lit it.
It had been smoldering and was almost out.
But today it seemed that they could burn her soul.
They seemed so strong, even though they were embers.
She didn't know what to do,
The embers made it impossible to leave, but the burn made it difficult to stay.
So she stayed, like a moth attracted to fire.
Before she knew it, she was on fire.
Where had the fire come from?
Was it from inside or outside?
She didn't know.
As time went on she realised, the fire was burning her.
It was burning her old self away, it was a phonix in rebirth.
It was light at the end of a tunnel.
Bright and warm in way she hadn't expected.
And she was happy, happy that she let the fire touch her.
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