His story is our story. Some are born in poverty. Some are very abused. Some come into the world innocent yet the world in due time takes their innocence from them. Some play the role to try and fit into what they think is reality. Some hang with the dignitaries of the society. Some migrate to the lower part of the spectrum and hang with the pimp and hustlers. Some get enough and do away with their lives completely. Some are hated and learn to live with it. Some are the haters. Some believe in helping others. Some believe in taking from others. You are either prayed for or prey for someone else. Some make it to the top of the mountain only to find poverty of the heart exist even among the wealthy. Some love. Some just don't give a rat a tat tat. I saw some of everything in the life of Michael Jackson. His story is our story. Reality is some he came in contact with added to his demise. Some he came in contact with brought him out of poverty. Some hated him. Some talked and ridiculed him. So many loved him. Balance was in his life. He covered every facet of life. Sad part is the world and they that dwell therein added to everything we saw in Michael Jackson. There were many contributors to the story. Many won't ever admit their part yet many will but, we all played a role in his life. He was us. Another part of us. A story of tragedy and triumph combined .......................... JimiSly
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