She had been burned by fire. But it was so much more than her. It CONSUMED her. The flicker in her soul had turned into a roaring fire that continued to grow. But it was not a fire of destruction. It was a beacon, a light in the DARKNESS. The scars that line her body from the flames are not a sign of weakness but a symbol of perseverance despite being burned. And she continued in the flames where others might stop or flee. She lived in them and never once was she afraid. She did not give up, she did not stop, she did not look back. The roaring inferno instead became her home and her very core. She THRIVED in them.

                                   She became the fire that burned her.

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