Sometimes when someone is gone, we suddenly remember that person, and suddenly memories just seem to flow in.. It is so vice versa when that same person whom we had good memories off seem to changed to bad when he or she was alive. We fought, we felt like wishing that person was dead, we destroy, we let go and suddenly he/she really goes and we regret.. But what is the point? Why do we hate so much when someone we know is alive.. why do we get angry, destroy friendships, destroy relationships.. Never actually told them thank you or i am sorry.. Never told them you loved them.... and when they are gone.. it is too late.. Just only wishing that we actually told that someone how much they meant to us...

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Rest In Peace Michael Jackson!