Have you ever felt the draft in your house; and it scare you? If one door closes, and another opens? Have you sat in the dark; with a light of just to illumnate your face? Doesn't it scare you? Have you ever thought of yourself, or someone else dying, and it make you cry? Getting the thought out of your head takes a while; doesn't it? I just want to say one more thing. I lust what people lower then me have.
