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It’s over between me and the world. Things have not gone very well between us. Fare thee well, my dark star. People think I do drugs because I’m self destructive. But, if anything, I am averting suicide. I don’t much like my life, but for some dumb reason, I want to be alive, because sooner or later, I figure it will work out.
Elizabeth Wurtzel, More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction
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