when you show me your diamond ring,
and i respond with, "oh wow, is this a conflict diamond?"
and you give me a blank stare and uneasy smile,
and i just look off to the side and mumble, "i wonder how old the kid who dug this diamond up was when he was stolen from his family and sold into slavery..."
and you don't know how to take it because i'm kind of smiling too...
just walk away.
leave me in my mental fortress of solitude.
i am in a mood. can i blame the weather again?
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