He was mad.
He was really mad.
He went to hit his punching bag to let off a little steam and was mean with his shots. He threw the fire of anger with his cross and jabbed with the rock like weight of his frustration.
Once he felt better he went and played on his Playstation to forget about what made him want to hit his punching bag in the first place. Rather than facing his problems he hid himself in the narrative of a video game until he was numb to reality.
At 2am he dragged himself to bed in a zombie like state. The rock like weight of his frustration was heavy again and the fire of his anger burning bright…
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