Nor is Michael Jackson's death devastating. But it seems more sad to me. . . maybe it's because I have such fond memories of his music as a young girl. I can clearly and vividly remember bouncing and dancing around my living room when I was 5 or 6 years old with my best friend to the Thriller Album. Oh how I adored him then. I still enjoy listening to his older tunes.
Even in my favorite "Thriller" era he had changed his look, but at least he still looked black. And I thought he was dreamy (at the time).
It doesn't surprise me that he's died. He was a total freak who mutilated himself beyond recognition. I mourn for the young boy who had so much talent but never seemed to have a chance.
I feel most sad for his children. I wonder what will become of them.
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