December 17, 2013
You are. Or, I am.
I have to tell myself this everyday, but I think somewhere deep down inside of me I know very well that it's true. I'm strong. Stronger than I've ever been.
After he left, after she betrayed me earlier this year... I came out a firestarter.
Lexi's right, darling. You've come out of this whole situation concerning her a true and pure firestarter.
Maybe I'm finally starting to see that in myself. When I look in the mirror, I can see the change as clear as daylight to be honest. It's not anything concerning my appearance, but I can see it in my own personality.
Last year when I met her, I was fragile. Too much for my own good. I was on the verge of breaking apart at a single touch, and now?
Now, my walls are concrete, and it would be terribly hard for anyone to hurt me through them. There's a spark in my eyes, and I've missed it. I can't remember when I lost it, but I see it now. The soft illuminating light behind my brown eyes, it screams fire.
Fire.
Hot, dangerous, burning bright, everlasting, and it keeps fighting to glow until its very last piece of wood has burned to ashes inside of it. With one touch, you get scorched with an everlasting scar.
I've had my fair share of burns and scars, but now I think the tables are turning a bit. I think I'm starting to become the one who ends up burning people, and not be the victim anymore.
It all made me who I am, to be honest. I don't know how else to say it, really. I'm just... different.
Stronger.
Independent.
Scared and still hurting, but I'm starting to learn how to cope.
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dearest keepers
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