Could

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We could talk about it

But I'd have to be honest

Completely honest

You hate when I skip details

We could forget about it
It's easy when you don't know

We could live it out
Blissfully

Almost

We could dance in your ignorance
And mental peace.

Until I twist my ankle being Beyonce

We could live in our own bubble

Like a drunken couple in a taxi
Or loud group on a train

It can sit there

Like bad graffiti
Almost offensive

To you

It's hard to look around
Impossible not to talk about

We could do alot of things about it

Or I could face the truth

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