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I was surprised, as always, at how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

"When I’m dying to pick up a razor blade—like it is so far in my body that I can taste it I want to do it so bad—if I set through one of those times without doing it, then I get the strength to say, ‘Remember you got through that time without it.’"