ANIKA ELIZ BABY

The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.


fear

  • Fear

    I woke up to realise that I have been living an empty life over the past year. How can you live in a city that is not real? I have, in some weird way, allowed myself to be consumed by fear. It is ridiculous and yet so funny to see this happen. It all begins Continue reading

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