I want to love fire

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Now, I want to love fire but
I don't want to burn things.
But, I'm scared of fire.
It's like the fire is inviting me,
 but I know how dangerous it can be.
At the same time, I don't want to be
afraid of it anymore just because
I got burnt once.
God, I can't even remember if
I got burnt once.
Maybe I'm so afraid of getting burnt that
I've created a false memory in my head.
I want to play with matchsticks.
I want to flick the lighter.
I want to feel the warmth of the fire.
I want to see my hurtful thoughts
turning to smoke in the yellow flame.
I want to be fearless.
I want to write my toxic feelings on a
paper and set fire to it.
I want to see that paper turn to smoke
and ashes.
I don't want to be afraid of getting
burnt.
I want to love fire.
I just don't know how to love fire

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