How can a rock stay so strong for so long?
Even after being countlessly run over by cars, lorries and vans.
Squished by feet with boots, shoes and heels.
Hit with infinite salt and waves.
Only those who can and would endure the pressure
will finally turn into a rock everyone wants.
But where do they find the fuel to stay strong?
It's so hard.
Even more so when the ones whom were once the fuel
are now the ones in the driver seats.
No one said it would be easy, but no one said it would be this hard.
I'm just counting on my diamond.
My strength and weakness.
Turn me, diamond.
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