October 14th

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Pete sighed softly.

He was tired.

He was sorry for everything.

For drinking.

For living.

Sometimes he felt sorry for living.

Never meeting the boy though.

He helped them.

Pete knew his past.

He was ruined from it.

Drinking problems aren't a matter to laugh about.

Pete had to get over it.

He had to figure out the problem, first.

Admitting it was hard, but getting help was worse.

He was in a bad place when he met this boy.

This boy was only a hazy memory, the blurry ness enhanced by the alcohol.

Pete let out a soft sigh.

His sighs turned to sobs.

His sobs turned into screaming.

He was sad.

pete...
how are you?
miss you again today, although this time it's worse. no sound to drown out the pain. save me please.

with your smile, that'll save a life, believe me, it has before.

when you're really passionate about things you get this smile.

it'll light up the entire room, brighten spirits.

i think most of all, i miss your smile.

it was precious and cute and reminds me of that feeling you get when you have an seemingly endless goodnight with the person you truly care about.

that was our night.

do your hands still shake?

only something i wanna know, nothing really important i guess, wasn't important to begin with.

although, last time, you told me,

"my hands shake, it's part of who i am, my character if you will."

did you know you speak like a poet?

i like poetry, especially the sad ones, the tragically sad ones.

they're my favorite because they remind me of myself.

i'm smart enough to know that i'm tragic, no use censoring it.

my therapist tries to act like i'm normal and i don't really get it, i know i'm not normal.

"people are leaves, they can't stay forever." -s.y.k.

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