For Five Words They Mean a Lot

Two Hundred and Seventeen

What am I here again?

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You're not good for me.
You'll never be what's right.
Yet I keep coming back.
Am I addicted to you?
And what if I am?
Would you notice it?
I don't think you would.
You scorn what I am.
So I can never tell.
We both know the truth.
You would only hate me.
And I can't handle that.
Because I think for once,
I might be in love.