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Doctor Moonwalker Captain
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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 5:05 pm
At one time or another, we either have though about or actually have wrote a letter to MJ. I myself have, I'm not sure if it was ever sent, but I'm going to share it with you all. Post your own, if you wish. 3nodding
To my dearest Michael
You have gotten millions of letters from fans all over the world, and they all say how much they love you. My letter, however, is a bit different. I am going to tell you not only what you mean to me, but what I owe you in my life. I apologize if this letter is typed, but I happen to type much faster than I write, and my handwriting is pretty poor. I chose to spare your eyesight, you will be needing it.
My name is Nikki, and I am 17 years old. I live in California with my mother and my two cats, Norman and Annie. My life since I was young was not easy, to put it gently. My parents fought at every possible moment, and they were very violent; they broke chairs and windows, hit each other, and screamed words I did not need to know at that age. When my parents fought, my younger brother and I went along with our routine: We would go and hide in my room until it was over. One night, my parents started to fight; as usual, my brother and I went to my room to hide. After awhile, the noise suddenly stopped, and this worried me because my parents were known to fight for hours. I took my little brother into the living room to see what was going on, and I saw something that shall forever be etched in my memory: My dad was behind my mom and he had her in a choke hold, pretty much killing her. My mother screamed to call 911, so I ran into her room and called. After about 10 minutes, the cops came and arrested my dad. After that night, I began a long suffrage with depression, which I still have after 7 years. I have attempted suicide, and I had no one to turn to; I didn't make a single real friend until I was nearly 15 years old.
One summer night, before I started high school, I was watching TV when I saw Michael Jackson for the first time in my life. From then on, I was hooked, and as another first, I was happy; I hadn't felt real happiness in years, yet this man made me so happy. I began to change allot. My hair, which was once mope and brown, grew out and became straight, silky and black. I was always swimming, but I quit that and began Martial Arts. From all of the being inside, my skin went from an ugly tanish color to a beautiful porcelain. My pale skin and black hair was almost too much to match with my green eyes; for once, I could look in the mirror and like what looked back at me.
I began school and, as I predicted, I was a friendless outcast. Things with my family grew worse, and I had had enough this one rainy night. I sat in my room, crying, as I raised my jack knife to my wrist. I pressed it down slowly, knowing that soon I would be sleeping in the underworld and not feeling anymore pain or neglect. But suddenly, in the midist of my hysteria, I heard a calming voice say: "I love all of those who love me in return. You will find that life is still worth while, please don't do this..." Becoming alert to a voice of reason, I dropped the knife and passed out. My life was saved, thanks to this guardian angel named Michael.
I am now much different than I was before I became to attached to you. I was once ugly, talent and friendless, sad, and scared. I'm now beautiful in my own eyes, I has a sense of style, I'm a performer (a female MJ impersonator, and a good one too! ), and I not only have a circle of buddies, but a best friend. At last, someone I can trust and love!
This may sound a tad odd, but I want to be your friend for two reasons:
1. Because I adore you and am like you in many ways.
2. Because it will make YOU happy as well.
Let's start with number one...
I am the four things that make up who you are: Female, male, child, and adult.
Female-Sweet natured, poetic, very deep, beautiful, forgiving
Male-Roudy, frisky, mischievous, plays dirty, likes boy stuff
Child-Loves magic and fantasy, role playing and adventures, cartoons and stories, pure love and happiness
Adult-Smart, has a commanding presence, makes snap decisions, knows how to be the boss.
You, Michael, are a wonderful combination of those things and so am I. This is where number two comes in, so listen carefully:
I am everything you are, and everything that you would love in a friend. I want to be your friend not only for my happiness, but for YOURS. I believe that being in contact with someone who is not only like you in so many ways, but has experienced alot of similar acts of despair and sadness, you will never have a reason to be lonely ever again. Your happiness means as much to me as my own.
This is the end of my letter to you, Michael. I hope that you have gotten to read this and think a little.
All of my love,
Nikki heart
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 8:36 am
AWWWWWWW!! How sweet! crying heart
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Doctor Moonwalker Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 2:54 pm
Arie Anna AWWWWWWW!! How sweet! crying heart
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:53 pm
...That's nice... I'm pretty sure he'll keep that letter.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 10:15 am
Mine would be all deep and heartfelt, with emotional thank you's and such.
NO JUST KIDING. MINE WOULD BE LIKE,
"Dearest Michael,
You are sex. I worship Smooth Criminal and Morphine. Let's hook up sometime."
-Mearen
PS, I wanna rock with you. All night."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 11:26 am
wow. some letter. i cant belive thers so many guys still like me whos still just as loyal to Michael over all this horrid child molesting stuff
ive loved MJ since i was little. my first concert ever was the History tour in wembley when i was 6. i loved it! i have loads of his albums. hes the best. and i saw him once on my sixth bday. we were in paris disneyland at the time and i couldnt believe it when we passed one of the huge hotels with a huge crowd of fans outside chanting his name. mum put me on her shoulders and we all waited, then one of the curtains was whipped back and i caught a flash of a face with huge black sunglasses, black curly hair around the face and a black hat and a mischevious smile b4 the curtain closed agen. the crowd went mad! biggrin
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 2:24 am
You're so sweet....
If I'd compose a letter it's all about how much i love him....
So sad he left.. but actually 50% of me doesn't believe he's already gone...
I'm that crazy but i believe he's still alive.. and he did this to have a peaceful life....
I envy you... coz You saw him personally...
That's my greatest dream...
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 6:56 am
thats so thoughtful heart
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