A Message from MICHAEL'S heart.

sorry its too long this is the continue :

Would te prefer it when I was dead? o when I had never existed? But then te wouldn’t have my music! Would te like to do without ‘Billie Jean’?! My Musica te Amore though, don’t you? Just not me. But I create the Musica to make te happy. te torture me with your disgraceful words. Words can sometimes hurt so much più than punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask God for what I have to suffer, what a reason I’ve dato you. Cause I never did harm to anyone. I am afraid of te ‘cause you’ve hurt me so badly. And I don’t even defend myself. I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe. But I have no choice, it’s the only way to protect myself. But te don’t like it when I protect myself. You’d prefer to kick a defenceless man in his face. but this favour I won’t do you. I don’t need to be ashamed for anything I’ve done. And as I can see at you, dear Unknown there are people who understand my message. My Friends and me, we don’t go into the war with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of te even though te laugh at us and snap our fiori off. Maybe te will understand not before not only the fiori but the whole sun goes out. With my music, with what I do I would like to bring a light into the world. But is it necessary that I kill myself until someone believes me? And until someone believes me that I just want to do good things and that I suffer from your hate? But then te would be outraged: “And the children?!” Particularly te would say that, te who would Amore the most to take my children away from me. te say they aren’t my children. te say I couldn’t educate them. How do te want to know this?! And is it important then what blood is flowing through their veins when I would die for them? Your jealousy and your hate make te blind for what Amore means. te don’t know me; nevertheless te have already judged me! You, those reporters who hammer me at the attraversare, croce in the morning, te listen to my Musica in the evening! That is not fair! te are not interested in what te write if it just attracts readers and causes headlines. But my name is enough to attract the people. Why is it always necessary to denounce me? Why don’t te write something positive, there te wouldn’t have to cerca so long! Why do I have to be ‘Wacko Jacko’? Can’t te see that the only one I’m hurting is myself?! te hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn’t there anybody who sees that I’m also a human being?! Where do te have your heart? Where do te have your mercy? Where do te have your love? If just one out of ten people who get this letter tries to understand me, already then my life is it worth being lived. Peace, Amore and Kindness From my heart, Michael Jackson.”

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