I saw a dead puppy yesterday. I had to look twice to know that it died,
It was a little boy sleeping beside where its siblings played, but it won't wake up..ever..
It made me realize that children are pure and innocent,
But not because the reality affects them any less.
They feel hunger, hurt and sorrow.
They are pure because they don't know yet.
Because they can be unassuming and preyed on by life.
Because they can play besides their fallen brother.
They don't have to realize what you are, or what I am
or what they are.
They don't know and they can keep on living.
I don't know whether I admire this or not.
I learned that is what purity is- incomplete but joyful.
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