AJ

Stockholm Syndrome

I am a shell of the girl who was born there
On that hill in that house
Walking each day to her saviours
In the old buildings in town
Where she would grow her mind
And ponder her soul
I can’t function without it
The place that allowed me
And frustrated me
But I was challenged
And I loved, every day
Take me back
Come back to me



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