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"And now I'm covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams..."

||•|| He wanted a canvas. I became a canvas.||•||

||•||His canvas. ||•||

||•|| In one hand he held my heart and in the other a paint brush. ||•||

||•|| And so it began. Him painting his canvas in colours. Whether it tore my soul apart or cocooned me in love was up to him. What I became was up to him ||•||

||•|| He didn't stop until I couldn't recognize myself because I became all he wanted me to be. "Beautiful...", He whispered. "All I need...", He said. ||•||

||•|| "Who am I?", I whispered. ||•||

||•|| Because I didn't know anymore. ||•||

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