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The Greek King Midas had the ability where everything he touched turned to gold. While it may seem great at face value, the inability to pat his kids on the back, or high five a friend was destroyed. But at least, something positive could be ordained from his curse. Whereas everything I touch, withers away and dies. Screaming in agony and misery. Living reclusively, I sometimes forget about that fact, until I get too close, reach out, and become instantly reminded.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
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The Greek King Midas had the ability where everything he touched turned to gold. While it may seem great at face value, the inability to pat his kids on the back, or high five a friend was destroyed. But at least, something positive could be ordained from his curse. Whereas everything I touch, withers away and dies. Screaming in agony and misery. Living reclusively, I sometimes forget about that fact, until I get too close, reach out, and become instantly reminded.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
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