I knew the good times would fade to grey as did everything these days.
My life had become a fatal tragedy, tearing at the seams as more days passed by.
I wanted meaning in my life, something special, more important than unwanted potential.
But they can and dragged me away from all that I ever knew.
And I am finding it somewhat hard to let them finally go.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionWho's this shadow holding me hostage? I've been here for days. Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away? I know they'll be coming to find me soon. But I feel I'm getting used to being held by you...
