Picture it Cincinnati 1989-ish. I’m in preschool with a teacher who technically has the same name as me, but not quite. We don’t get along. The way I see it I’m learning everything just fine with my grandpa in the living room.
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From the age of roughly 16 I had just moved away from my hometown and I was dealing with lots of varying emotions rooted in whether or not I was letting my loved ones down. My cheerleading squad, youth group, church family, friends and the rest of my immediate family
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