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everyone is us.

this is forgiveness,
I want to understand –
and I’m a better person for it;
it’s never going to be you,
you say,
but, that day, it was me.
It seems
the people you love,
you love them more
and, revenge apart,
no-one has an affair
to make the other feel bad;
they do it to have a moment
of happiness themselves,
to feel alive again,
wanting and wanted.