We're staring each other down,
Just the two of us.
I look into his eyes
And see his fear, his pain, his anger.
I look further down
And see his fists clenched,
Ready for combat.
I look back to his face
To see his lips announce,
'Won't you end it? '
I raise a fist.
He smiles..
I close my eyes
As my fist heads closer towards his skull.
Before the point of destruction,
I quint and see his eyes,
So joyous of the impending doom.
And I stop.
This is what he wants...
And so I step back,
And I walk away from the mirror.
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