My mom always told me that I was a diamond in the rough and that in the right hands i would sparkle beautifully but, if I ever ended in the wrong hands I'd lose all my brightness and turned into a dull stone.
Mom,
I promise you ,
I'll sharpen it and make a sword out of that stone.
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