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You are a diamond. "You see..." you told me. "A diamond. So many sides and so many edges." You've got the ups and the downs. Your soul burns red with desire-- to make a difference in the world to rebuke the unruly, defiant man sitting next to you A desire to be strong. To look at someone straight in the eye and say: "Don't mess with me." But then another side of you enjoys a good joke, a good cheat, a good escape. The feeling of possessing something. The feeling of selfishness. And then.. there's another side of you. A side that loved the comfort of being around people. You've always loved parties. The never ending stories and experiences-- that makes no sense to you by the time the sun arrives. But theres another side of you a side of you that enjoys the safety and comfort within your four walls. A side that wants to stay at home away from the mess outside. And then you tell me you don't care you tell me: "It doesn't matter" And then you come back and say that your dreams your goals are what matter the most. I wonder How can one person have so many sides. So many different sides. And so many fine edges that stand between them. Countless sides that coincide with each other. How can something full of rough edges something so sharp Be so beautiful. again-- We are all diamonds.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
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You are a diamond. "You see..." you told me. "A diamond. So many sides and so many edges." You've got the ups and the downs. Your soul burns red with desire-- to make a difference in the world to rebuke the unruly, defiant man sitting next to you A desire to be strong. To look at someone straight in the eye and say: "Don't mess with me." But then another side of you enjoys a good joke, a good cheat, a good escape. The feeling of possessing something. The feeling of selfishness. And then.. there's another side of you. A side that loved the comfort of being around people. You've always loved parties. The never ending stories and experiences-- that makes no sense to you by the time the sun arrives. But theres another side of you a side of you that enjoys the safety and comfort within your four walls. A side that wants to stay at home away from the mess outside. And then you tell me you don't care you tell me: "It doesn't matter" And then you come back and say that your dreams your goals are what matter the most. I wonder How can one person have so many sides. So many different sides. And so many fine edges that stand between them. Countless sides that coincide with each other. How can something full of rough edges something so sharp Be so beautiful. again-- We are all diamonds.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
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