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FUCK YES IM ON HIS JACKET \O/! LMAO YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM FOR THIS SHIT.
Me @ the Michael's Exhibition: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dunberberlee/sets/72157622385347649/ <3


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IMMA LET YA FINISH BUT THIS IS YOU:
Hater: WHOAAA I LISTEN TO ROCK AND METAL, I DO DRUGS AND I HATE MICHAEL JACKSON WHOOOOO! FUCK YOU!!!
Why do you bother to go to his Shoutbox and MY Shoutbox to say it?, oh yeah, you can't live without talking shit about THE KING OF POP dontcha? :((( Poor little bb, you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him and can't get over that HE IS BETTER THAN YOU. Lemme tell you this: He gave to the world more than YOU have done for it ALL YOUR FUCKING LIFE.
TRY TO GET A LIFE AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENT, IT MAKES ME FEEL IMPORTANT :D
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I miss you so much Michael, you have no idea how much i love you and admire you. You were more than an artist to me, it was like i had known you forever. Thank you for helping me all these years, you inspire me to do things and to change the way i was before, to change my mind. I'm so grateful of you and proud to be your fan, i'll be there for you always, i got your back and i'll be loyal to you until the end as i did before. Still i'm crying at night and can't believe you're gone but i'll keep moving forward for you, let's change the world, i know you're with me and with all the fans around the world. I can't express all the feelings so...i hope you know how much i love you and feel towards you, there're no words, i'll see you on the other side. And fuck the press and all the haters, you will always be my biggest platonic and more than just the greatest entertainer on earth, i love you MORE, the love i feel for you is endlessly and will forever. "Your love is magical, that's how I feel, but in your presence I am lost for words, words like, like "I love you".

Don't walk away
See I just can't find the right thing to say
I tried but all my pain gets in the way
Tell me what I have to do so you'll stay
Should I get down on my knees and pray?

And how can I stop losing you
How can I begin to say
When there's nothing left to do but walk away

I close my eyes
Just to try and see you smile one more time
But it's been so long now all I do is cry
Can't we find some love to take this away
'Cause the pain gets stronger every day

How can I begin again
How am I to understand
When there's nothing left to do but walk away

See now why
All my dreams been broken
I don't know where we're going
With Everything we said and all we done now
Don't let go, I don't wanna walk away
Now why
All my dreams are broken
Don't know where we're going
When Everything begins to set us free
Can't you see, I don't wanna walk away
If you go, I won't forget you Michael
Can't you see that you will always be
Even though I had to let you go
There's nothing left to do
Don't walk away

“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.”

"About twelve years ago, when I was just about to start my Bad tour, a little boy came with his parents to visit me at home in California. He was dying of cancer and he told me how much he loved my music and me. His parents told me that he wasn't going to live, that any day he could just go, and I said to him: "Look, I am going to be coming to your town in Kansas to open my tour in three months. I want you to come to the show. I am going to give you this jacket that I wore in one of my videos." His eyes lit up and he said: "You are gonna GIVE it to me?" I said "Yeah, but you have to promise that you will wear it to the show." I was trying to make him hold on. I said: "When you come to the show I want to see you in this jacket and in this glove" and I gave him one of my rhinestone gloves - and I never usually give the rhinestone gloves away. And he was just in heaven.
But maybe he was too close to heaven, because when I came to his town, he had already died, and they had buried him in the glove and jacket. He was just 10 years old. God knows, I know, that he tried his best to hold on. But at least when he died, he knew that he was loved, not only by his parents, but even by me, a near stranger, I also loved him. And with all of that love he knew that he didn't come into this world alone, and he certainly didn't leave it alone."- Michael Jackson