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There was once a girl, whose mother was a jeweler.
She was the diamond.

Formed from exposure to high pressure,
She polished herself to win the jeweler’s affection.
Her luminous sheen reflected aspects of
Elegance, intelligence and strength.

Even Sapphire, Emerald, and Ruby were envious
Of her talent and impeccability.
No matter how high she was set ablaze,
She would tolerate the heat even to 1291 °F

Her efforts in vain, she never shattered;
But her dream long did.
She could never satisfy the jeweler’s standards,
And would never be carved into a wedding ring.

Like a chipped diamond,
She was perfectly imperfect.

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