You Did This To Me
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- Votos 8
- Partes 9
BASED OFF THE NETFLIX SERIES "YOU" BUT ITS DIFFERENT. ISH.
You don't know your worth, i can make you better... Just you wait and see.
-its not finished yet and is just a rough idea, leave ways i can improve it in the comments please.
I am NOT claiming the story line as my own, it is based off of Joe and Beck from You, i wouldn't claim the plot as my own I've just adapted it a bit
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