A gem has many sides.
Holding, turning, so seeing ourselves.
Where, that which we are is truly hidden.
Promises as facets, plans made...just made.
Pride for our own selves, our own worth, such facets are widest of all.
A gem is a gem after all.
Who knows the mysteries of our own nature?
Who, besides us, can tell our own truths?
No one will ever know our facets, not like we do.
We all polish our own stones.
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