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Apr 2014
His beautiful mind.
It was one like no other.
It was clear, It was driven.
It knew exactly what he wanted.
It used to know me, it used to love me.

But then I broke him.

I turned that beautiful mind into a battlefield of mixed emotions.
A reckless place where he was no longer safe from the world.
He had let me into his beautiful mind, and I turned it into a war zone.
I turned him into a shattered person who no longer knew what he wanted.
I fogged his clarity.

I turned him into me.
Written by
Jocelyn Sharp  Canada.
(Canada.)   
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