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But that was how my life felt to me just then, like a boat already burning. Treacherous and bright, too far from any shore.

I had been a liar, always, and on stage lies were beautiful, necessary. They told a kind of truth.

I was young then and so hungry for experience that some days I could taste it like blood in the back of my throat. This is what I'll admit: I wanted it. All of it. I did this to myself.