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MICHAEL’S PRIDE AND JOY

I’m about to give anda an in depth view of each dream that I have. I do not know why I have the dreams that I have. They seem so real that I just cannot wait to tell anda about them in full detail. All of the dreams that I have, happen to be about me being Michael Jackson’s child. The dreams that I have being from my birth to adolescence. Before I start telling anda about my long dreams let me fill anda in on a few things. In my dreams I was born as Michael Jackson’s 1st child to Debbie Rowe and Michael Jackson. My name in the dreams is Alanna Michael Jackson, let’s...

Okay, I was shocked enough that Janet was here. But really? Did Michael have to be here too? I was not ready to see him atau say anything. I hope he didin't notice me when I accidentally slammed the fiiting room door shut. I could feel myself getting dizzy and my stomach felt queezy. This was not a good time to meet Michael again.


While I was waiting for some sign that either they left atau they weren't looking, I heard Alleana talking to someone. His voice was so smooth and soft. His voice was so angelic and so loving. "Is she okay in there? I saw her running back in there and then slam the door....

Have anda seen my childhood
I’m searching for the world that I come from
‘Cause I’ve been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart…
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities…
‘Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, bur pardon me…

People say I’m not okay
‘Cause I cinta such elementary things…
It’s been my fate to compensate
For the childhood I’ve never known…

Have anda seen my childhood
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates and adventurous dreams
Of conquest and kings on a throne…

Before anda judge me, try hard to cinta me
Look within...

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That anda berkata we were to gain…
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That anda berkata was yours and mine…
Did anda ever stop to notice
All the blood we shed before
Did anda ever stop to notice
This crying Earth this weeping shore

Aaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah
Ooooooooo

What have we done to the world
Look what we’ve done
What about all the peace
That anda pledge your only son…
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That anda berkata was yours and mine…
Did anda ever stop to notice
All the children...