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Fire is a beautiful thing. It's destructive too. I like fire, it can’t judge me, all it asks for is fuel and nothing else. It doesn’t ask me to comfort it, to listen, for help, nothing. I love the smell of the thick smoke. The smoke that lingers in my throat, that promises cancer if I inhaled too much. The sparkle of the embers floating towards the sky, the orange, yellow, blue and white hues. I love the way it mesmerises me into nothingness. The way the heat engulfs me in a warm embrace. I love the way it reminds me of a distant childhood I never had.