it's not meant to be.
Remind us;
that no matter how hard we tried, not all things belong to us.
Remind us;
that kids could be like a porcelain. Look solid, but fragile. Spattering when they hit the ground. That sometimes, they tend to think they should responsible for some losses. And they feel guilty for some pains their beloved ones felt.
Remind us;
that human's heart has a great yet weird ability to love. That someone could love the unborn and the anonymous.
And somehow,
every death
also
remind us
about
Life
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