◇Prologue◇

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For as long as I can remember I've always been told "You're PERFECT" or "You're a DIAMOND." But I've never really believed I'm PERFECT.

I'd always ask "Why me? Why am I PERFECT?" they would would always smile and laugh, it was as if I had asked the funniest question ever. After they stopped and would say; " Dear Gallxie, You are a diamond! Of course your PERFECT!"

They would say; "Tell me Gallxie, why do you think you are not PERFECT?" I would pause knowing that If I would say anything too... rash then they would surely ask me to tell them what it means to be perfect...

"I... I don't know, why am I PERFECT but Bryan is not?" I ask. They frown... Oh no what did I say that was wrong?! They sigh "Gallxie tell me what dose it means to be PERFECT?"

To be PERFECT...

I A M  P U R E

I A M D E V I N E

I A M A S U P R E M E G E M

I A M P E R F E C T . . .

I A M A...

D I A M O N D...

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