Conversations for the Interstate

How can I explain my past to you?
Do I tiptoe around the details?
What about the fog that was my teenage years?
Do I tell you how I let him speak to me?
How he made me feel insignificant?
What about the way I felt after I lost myself?
Or the time I decided to die?

Would you understand?

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