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When I started my life I didn’t get much say in the matter of my childhood environment. As a little infant, you can’t really expect to know much about your surroundings. I literally felt as if I was in a semi-deep state of sleep. As the first few years went by that’s when things started falling into place. Being born into a conservative, middle class Italian family, little did I ever know what I was about to get myself into. By the time I was seven years old, I had already experienced enough verbal and physical abuse to cover a dozen lifetimes. Not from the family, mind you. As I grew older, all the memories finally came back and settled with a dark weight.
