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.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
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.
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