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Years of depression have robbed me of that—well, that give, that elasticity that everyone else calls perspective.

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Elizabeth Wurtzel
Age: 52 †
Born: 1967
Born: July 31
Died: 2020
Died: January 7
Autobiographer
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New York City
New York
Elizabeth Lee Wurtzel
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