when I'm driving in the car and listening to the radio, I cry. Stories like this abruptly affect me and before I know it, I'm wiping away some tears. Sometimes I just don't understand; I don't understand this world. I don't understand why a little three year-old is not alive anymore.
So I cry. I pray. I pray that I might love all with whom I come in contact. I pray this is the right thing. I hope it will be enough. Because right now my heart's a wondering if it ever will be.
Loves.
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