The middle of the night.

The last few nights have been spent tossing and turning in bed, like tonight. It’s almost four in the morning, an hour before dawn, and I’m wide awake. This time, I’m plagued by the past and its potential effects on my future.

At what point do we begin fearing that we’ll become our parents?

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