Clam in one of Liz’s pieces. I don’t know who I am…



Clam in one of Liz’s pieces.

I don’t know who I am any more. There is no part of my life that has value. I keep thinking that I am just trying to survive, to get a breath of air until the next wave. What is the point of survival? Who is the person that went to the Blessing of the Animals? I can’t do anything, I am afraid of everything.

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