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it was the spring of 2007, and it had been a winter of benzedrine and xanax and klonopin.

pete was in a haze of forgetting, in a dream of wanting to leave behind the things that had haunted him since he met his best friend. he was burning now, slowly crumbling to a crisp. his legs were melting into each other, his hands dripping to the ground. the weight of gravity was holding him down in wanting instead of getting.

the fire was choking him, strangling him in smoke. he hopes that maybe when he gives in to the coals, patrick will be happy without him.

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