.......You pass by the mirror and have just a glimpse of your image, but that`s enough.You walk back.A good looking man is watching you from the other side.There is something bad in his eyes.They are full of disgust and anger.You bare your teeth.So he does.You expand your nostrils.He`s copping you! Shiver goes down your right hand.Your palm is sweating.A snarl is coming through your clenched teeth.You bristle with anger.And the anger blinds you.The first blow is straight in the face of the image.A second before it breaks to pieces you see the man`s mug-flown into rage.His eyes full of rage,his thoughts full of rage,his soul full of rage..And his yell "RAGE".
The fists are crushing the remainigs on the wall.They are yet pieces and the bare skin meets bricks.Your hands are bleeding and red stains cover the wall.You cry out "BLOOD".The blood is yours.Now a kind of pattern on the wall.The sight dulls the pain in your fists.And they go on and on.Blow after blow,bash after bash...
"Dear colleagues,on your left is patient #1425.Now he`s asleep.Pay attention to his hands.Do you see the scars?He became insane while watching himself in the mirror.So what`s the point here?Be prepared for everything infront of the mirror!HAHAHAHA!"
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