You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s hot. Occasionally it’s cold. At times, it’s warm and gentle. Sometimes it even feels like it’s forever. But time passes, and you’re on the road again. Sometimes you settle in the mud at the bottom, just to find a place to rest. But if the fire still burns, then nothing else is needed—only to find a flame that would warm your heart. A flame you would want to protect.
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