November 12, 2010
I think my mind is leaving
packed its bags
and out the door
half the time
I forget why I am crying
the other half I am out of tears
and the third half
I wonder why
I even care
I wish I had my brain to help me
too bad its on vacation
can I use yours instead?
Pick it clean
and free
of troubling memories
marbles on the floor
your making me insane
why can't I let you go

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