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May 2018
When some people think of their childhood home
they're greeted with fond nostalgia and warm smiles
memories that feel good to remember.

When I think of my childhood home
I'm greeted with flashes of emotional abuse and constant fear
an iron box that took my childhood and left it bare.
Felicia Coffey
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Felicia Coffey  23/Cisgender Female/Ohio
(23/Cisgender Female/Ohio)   
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