I meet people that I used to know. I don't always remember them, but they remember me, without fail.
I don't understand it.
Why is it that everyone I touch changes in some way?
People's lives are affected by me. I don't like it. I'm scared of it, because...
One day, I'll meet the life that I ruined.
Can I face that? I don't think so.
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Musings
RandomThese are things that I've written down as I thought them. I used to just type them up in a notepad app, now I'm publishing them to Wattpad. Enjoy these little pieces of my philosophy, try not to think about them too much.
