Who Am I?

Sometimes I feel so old, and so tired, I don’t even know who I am. I mean, I know my name, of course, and I know I am a woman, but who am I? What do I value? What do I believe? What do I think? What do I want?

You must think I’m mad. How could anyone not know who they are?

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