This Face...

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This Face...

As i woke up in the morning with the heavy weight of the stress i must face through out this day i realized that my room wasn't as it should be..... The curtains, the colours of the walls....

I ran out of the strange room in which i awoke; and as i walked slowly beyond the bathroom... I stopped and turned t the right as something in the mirror caught my eye...

I looked in disgrace at the new face i had obtained over night; is this a dream, a nightmare? I clawed at my face and began to scream in fright. 

Then it appeared, a hooded figure lurked in another room which was unknown to me.... He had my face hanging from his fingertips...

I blacked out..... I never awoke.... 

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