Stockholm Syndrome (BECHLOE)

One second. That's all it takes to mess up my whole life. I don't know who the shadows are that holding me hostage. There is only this one girl with her messy ginger hair. From the first moment I am fallen, but I have to realize that she's only hurting me. What do you do, if the one who means the most is the one who hurts you most?

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Kinda a Bechloe