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Us

I said sorry to a lady today. She looked like you. And in the foggy mirror each day My image melts away And I see the reflection of two People happy, Not one, without a clue. I can’t do this every day, replaying Us, before you betrayed Us, I think you played Us. Maybe I fabricated Us, and the whole time it was only Me, standing alone in the dark, and You, lying, in bed, Or maybe that was me instead. While you stood and cried, I lied. Or maybe, if we’re being honest, Us just died. I said sorry to a lady today. She wasn’t you.

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