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There once was a beautiful woman.
She was pyro - kinetic. A firestarter.
A wonderful gift, you may think, but not to her.
You see, her sadness made the fires uncontrollable.
She would hurt the ones she loved the most,
with out realising.
She cried as the flames seared their flesh,
And burned her sanity away.
So she would repress her gift,
and hope that one day someone would come,
and take the pain away.
Many years passed, and the sadness grew so much
that she almost gave up hope.
So she would seek solitude,
And wonder in the twilight places far from man.
Then, one day, amidst the sadness and loneliness,
she found herself in a dark, but familiar place.
She felt something stir, but was not afraid.
She was drawn to a room, a bedchamber.
Within she found a sleeping gentleman.
Although he was in a dream, he was aware of her.
He felt her pain, understood her loneliness,
and knew he could help.
He himself had lived forever in the cold, dark place.
And when he beheld her, her warmth was like the
Glory of the sun to him.
So when she reached out and touched his face,
he awoke and took the fire away.
A happy ending, you may think. But not so.
You see, the fire was a living part of her.
Without it she would die.
So although it tortured him to do so,
the gentleman rekindled the fire.
Only then did the firestarter know her true being,
And begun to make peace with herself,
Only then could she find happiness she longed for,
for all those Years.
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