So wake up Your sleeping heart I know sometimes we'll be afraid But no more playing safe, my dear So wake up Your sleeping heart And we will dream a dream for us That no one else can touch, my dear I'm here So wake up
Warnee, I do wonder at times, if my great-grandparents didn't escape to Malaysia during the early 30's, where would I be now? Probably in a sweatshop sewing a counterfeit Louis Vuitton bag or a dingy factory somewhere in China producing parts for Apple
Dreamcatcher99 Forum Posts (1,074)
Show yourself Pa See Nee! 
RE: The fear of 100,000 different deaths by torture after life
Yup, and there's 18 levels of hell to mete out those punishments.