If diamonds form under pressure, then I am not a diamond.
Or maybe I am.
Or maybe I am just a different crystalline structure that someone mistook for a diamond until they got out the tools to polish me.
Maybe upon realizing the deception, they threw me back in the dirt.
Maybe they made jewelry out of me anyway.
Maybe they sold that jewelry to the top buyer, never revealing the fraud.
Maybe the buyer knew exactly what they were getting.