Stay away from my dreams, stay away from what I wish, stay away from the pieces of my heart that lie naked before everybody's eyes.
Nothing I share is for free, I never give away pieces of me. Earn them, come crawling when losing them, cherish them. I am a Harry Winston, my dreams are DeBeers and I shall not accept mere cubic zyrconias swirling around any of us. Sparkle like my dreams do, reflect hopes and joys, embrace light and release it into a million different beams, and THEN come talk to me about my dreams.
Until then, stay away. The believer does not accept jewelers around her. I need no polish.
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