Rotten
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But you know what they say; rotten love is also love, marks fade and blood run even if no one sees. I know he's rotten, but at this point, I think I am too.
A tale of Stockholm syndrome, it's victims and everything else that hurts.
WARNING:
Domestic abuse, Stockholm syndrome, self harm, poor mental health, R*PE and other sensitive topics.
These topics are 'glorified', but I do NOT condone. Stay safe, get help, you deserve happiness.
Please don't read if any of these triggers you.
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