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Monday, September 24, 2007

wu yan de jie ju...

when goodbyes are silent. when goodbyes are not choices. when we're left to cry and miss someone not by choice but by fate. that we have planned a whole life ahead. dreamt of better tomorrows. and hoped for such a beautiful future. and all that, that will stay...as a dream. when goodbyes come in the form of death.

no chance for begging her to stay. no chance for saying those last words. no chance for regretting or asking for another chance. no chance. because we can make many mistakes in our lives and be forgiven. yet when we have made no mistakes and everything was just so perfect, we have no chance. everything is gone in an instant.

for the child who'll never know the face of the woman who carried him and kept him safe in the very liquid that killed her. for the father who'll live without the comfort of his greatest pillar of support. for the child who knew her mum for too short a time. for the parents who had to say goodbye to their own child. we should be stronger and live life better.

if tomorrow never comes for you, what are the things that you wish you would have done? do them now.

it's too late to turn back. because fate gives you no chances. you never know when it will strike. and you never know who it will take away. it could be you.
-cheryl
10:38 AM





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