Would you still love me, even if I'm not me anymore?
If my eyes were pitch black, and my soul a hole of emptiness?
If my smile turned into a dark smirk, and my words started to hurt?
If my actions caused harm, and my hands shed blood?
If I screamed bloody murder at the voices in my head, and tried to forget everything that they just said?
If I was lifeless, void of emotion, and could care less about everything and anything?
If...
If I killed you out of cold blood, and didn't even flinch at the thought?
Would you...
Would you still love me, through it all?
No matter...
No matter what I become?
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stockholm syndrome
Rastgele♕ → ❝I know they'll be coming, to find me soon. But my Stockholm Syndrome, is in the room.❞