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I find myself standing in a dimly lit room.
A man screaming - accompanied by an angry beat, and the shriek of electric guitar.
Dull pains shoot up and down my arms with the steady pum-pum-pumpum of each strike on the heavy bag.
Beads of sweat tickle my lashes and cheeks as they meander down my face, making their way to the floor.
All the world around me seems a blur except the heavy bag now.
My pseudo enemy sways gently from the rocketed barrage.
With each crackle of energy my body expends on the bag
On the boys face-
On love lost-
On friendship failed-
More built up frustration oozes from my bleeding knuckles
Overwhelming thirst has overtaken me - but I ignore it
Ignore the thirst the way she ignored me
My head feels dizzy now
Dizzy from thirst, or from anger... I wonder
Now all is black
Black like the heavy bag