An orb of fire

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Looking back at the person I was,
I waved to that human I have lost.

The huge orb of fire I encompass,
Fiery so much that people fear to grasp.

A plethora of blotches I have sustained.
Regularly a few more are added, 
But I have a skirmish spirit and survived.

Earlier I was scared with this fire I possessed,
But blemishes are essential, the time suggests.

To shine like the sun it's important to get burned.
Because shackles are not easily detached.

Something has to be paid to own a reward,
Deeds are counted before you are crowned,
And win the shining potent sword.

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