London Turner - Insane

I’m sitting in my room, on the phone, trying to figure out, just, what I did wrong, those 8 months were so long and now it’s as if it didn’t happen all along. I’m loosing my mind trying to fight fight what I’m feeling deep inside and I close my eyes and write. I write about those days, I remember once we got cast in the same play. Then the memories start to fade I guess they weren’t meant to stay, and I’m loosing my mind trying to find what’s way, way deep inside, I’m running out of time so I close my eyes and write. About my friend on the phone who’s telling me I did nothing wrong. Then why am I loosing my mind? This just isn’t right, and I’m loosing my mind trying to find something deep inside…
That just isn’t real.
(1-29-09)

London Turner

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