When a child no matter the age, is lost to you the cost becomes a piece of your soul that will never return to being whole and a break in your heart that cannot mend. Years go by and still the same heartbreak and pain. No peace in your mind has came just the longing for what you lost and the wonder of what might have been. Children are meant to bury their parents instead their life came to an end.
God alone knows why and hes not letting us in.
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