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 "I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe."
"I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe."
"For that there is someone out there who understands me. Maybe there are more. If I may I’d like to write some sentences to the people of the world. Sentences anda will never find in your newspapers, because for that they are not spectacular enough.

Dear people,
I would like to ask anda a pertanyaan – the pertanyaan WHY. Why is there so much poverty in the world? Why so many wars? Why so much torture and agony? And why must children die and innocent suffer? I don’t understand it. Do anda understand it?
I want to help. I want to make people happy, and may it be just for a moment. That is what gives my life a sense. Don’t anda understand me? What did I do that anda judge me? Are anda really envious of me? anda don’t have to. I wouldn’t wish anda to be me…
Maybe anda just want me to confess my ‘guilt’.
Yes, it is true, I do cinta children! But not the way anda want it to be. I cinta them from the bottom of my heart. Because children don’t make wars. Children have never hurt me. It makes me happy to look in their shining eyes. Is it a crime wanting to be happy and want to make others happy? Many of them who visit me are going to die soon, of cancer atau other terrible diseases. I won’t let anda forbid me through your arrogance to give them just one happy day!
Yes, it is true that I had plastic surgeries! Do anda know what it feels like?! How often did I have to wake up in pain! How often I didn’t know what would expect me when I look into the mirror! How often did I cry when I did it! Don’t anda see that I’m punishing myself for that I cannot cope with my face – and with myself! Why do anda also punish me for it?
Yes, it is true, once I was black! anda get darker in the sun and get admired for that. But I am sick and anda hit me for it. The sun anda cinta so much can kill me. In former times I loved to be outside in the light, too, now I can nearly only go out at night. And anda make your fun out of it. If I hadn’t become the Michael Jackson anda know today, then I would also be like that: I would be a white black with curls and a thick niggernose for which everybody would tease me. Well, now anda tease me because of my little nose. Maybe I would already be dead because I couldn’t protect myself so good as I can today. Would anda prefer it when I was dead? atau when I had never existed? But then anda wouldn’t have my music! Would anda like to do without ‘Billie Jean’?! My musik anda cinta though, don’t you? Just not me. But I create the musik to make anda happy.
anda torture me with your disgraceful words. Words can sometimes hurt so much lebih than punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask God for what I have to suffer, what a reason I’ve diberikan you. Cause I never did harm to anyone. I am afraid of anda ‘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 anda 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 anda even though anda laugh at us and snap our bunga off. Maybe anda will understand not before not only the bunga 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 anda would be outraged: “And the children?!” Particularly anda would say that, anda who would cinta the most to take my children away from me. anda say they aren’t my children. anda say I couldn’t educate them. How do anda 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 anda blind for what cinta means.
anda don’t know me, nevertheless anda have already judged me! You, those reporters who hammer me at the menyeberang, salib in the morning, anda listen to my musik in the evening! That is not fair! anda are not interested in what anda 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 anda write something positive, there anda wouldn’t have to cari so long! Why do I have to be ‘Wacko Jacko’? Can’t anda see that the only one I’m hurting is myself?! anda hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn’t there anybody who sees that I’m also a human being?! Where do anda have your heart? Where do anda have your mercy? Where do anda 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, cinta and Kindness
From my heart, Michael Jackson."


EDIT: I'M NOT 100% SURE THIS IS WRITTEN oleh MICHAEL, PROBABLY A fan WHO WROTE IT. IT'S STILL A GOOD LETTER THOUGH! HATERS SHOULD READ IT...
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