How you have refined me, the heat almost unbearable. 

Each lick of the flame was searing and brought tears to my eyes.

I was molding and melting, bending to the will of the inferno.

I wept in the process and didn't want to change.

Here I am though after the embers have died.

I now look at myself and see a diamond, more precious and beautiful than before.

I was created from the hardest parts of my journey.

From the red, orange, and white blaze.

Thank you to the trials and the mistakes of others, you were the key to my triumph.

Without you I couldn't exceed my potential.

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