Family.
Who’d have thought that the same people that drove me insane, that suffocated and nauseated, patronized and terrorized me, could find a part of my heart simply with the power of absence. We share the same blue blood and the same intricate history. We face the same demons that were shadowed by our parents, see the world through the same eyes that were gifted by our father.
Somehow the thought of suddenly leaving that is more daunting than anything I’ve faced.
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