Thank you. It is a real pity that you are gone. I had a ticket to see you in London, but you couldn’t wait. You had to go.
Thanks for everything. I just whish that if there’s anything out there after death, that you’ll be happy. Just whish you happiness.
Don’t stop till you get enough, Jacko.
Peace.
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pfp // June 30, 2009 at 11:30 pm |
pobrecillo si, le deseo algo de felicidad alli donde esté.