Does glass remember what it felt like living its best life as sand on a beach

I think Death gave me a kiss when they brought me to this plane to be birthed Holding a content baby me in their arms just feeling all the hurt I'll have endured In an entire lifetime all in a matter of seconds Feeling boney fingers on my cheek just caressin Wondering if I'll be able to let go of the self-hate and regrettin I really wish that I could leave them a message Something like no matter the struggle I'm never giving up No matter the strife I'm never giving in Even though it feels like I've had more than enough Living on for my boy is the only reason I can even contend And I have Death's love to thank for it I think Death gave me a kiss It's actually quite the gift Trying hard not to squander it Cause it's the only way I could think to thank them