I was starting to think that diamonds were ugly,
but I knew if I said that out loud,
these bitches would think I was bitter,
I wouldn't say bitter,
I would say fatigued,
like there was nothing left for me to exhume,
and I was never one to dig to begin with,
maybe it was me,
and my ways,
maybe it was troublesome,
yes,
that was for sure,
but I felt a bad taste in my mouth about all of it,
the happy of it all,
and I think I might have stained something that couldn't come out in the wash,
not even with a ringer
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