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A Match that Lights the Fire

Within the lonely tunnels of the underground lurk soft honeysuckle smiles. These young hopefuls are surrounded by darkness but in each one, there is a hidden light. For some, this light is an idea. For others, a burning passion waiting to be exploited. But for a select few, this light is their whole self - their being is a treasure yet to be released into the world. He is the first light that shone so wildly, I could see it even from within his mind. He is dipped in talent and purity, unseen in the higher, filthier realm. One day, these hopefuls will surface from the underground. And he will be the first spark of this fire that illuminates our hopeless world with the eternal flame of art. As my Bright Hopeful shines above I will remain in the dark underground where my light has long since dimmed out. And i will wonder if he remembers the match that lit him.
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I know a boy who will be so big one day. He is not any more special than you and I, but the sum of his parts make him extraordinary. He is a gift that the world must open.

We are both underground artists waiting for our chance to shine.

I feel as if my chance will pass me by, and my light will die out. So before then, I'm using my light as a match to start his fire. If a lit candle touches the tip of an unlit candle, its legacy will live on. I am doing just that. I hope to touch to keep his fire burning long enough for him to see the day where his chance will come.

I just hope when he makes it big, he remembers how I started this fire within him instead of focusing on how to make that fire bigger.

Your roots are more important than your branches. If you forget your humble beginning, you'll get too caught up in the end of it all. I hope he doesn't make that mistake.

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