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DAVID'S STORY
The Rooms As a child I was sent to my room, without a voice to reply, or knowing how to reply, to await my outcome. Sometimes the outcome would be full of joy, other times, my outcome would be full of pain. As a teenager, as I battled with myself to scrape out an identity for myself, coming from a dysfunctional room (home), I was sent to many different rooms (cells!)by those who thought they knew what was best for me. Within those rooms (prison cells) I found & embraced a lif

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Nov 12, 20251 min read
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