a different type of addict
I think maybe I'm an addict
not for a drug or an alcohol
not for adrenaline or sex
I think I'm addicted to loving the wrong people
In the same self sabatoging wasy an addict
strives for their next fix
I fall for everyone I meet
All the better if they hurt me for it
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