Thoughts on life and death

Sometimes
a person's life
is so very
painful
and desperate
and confused
and crazy and
and and and
that you can't help
but feel relief
when it's
finally
over

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Interestingly, perhaps, Michael Jackson's death has me thinking about Lauren's life and death. About how, even though I miss her and wish things could have happened differently, I am relieved that the sadness and self-doubt and everything else ended for her.

Because sometimes? For some people? Life is just too hard.

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So after I got over the shock of Michael Jackson's dying, my first thought was of being a kid at my grandparents' house, dancing on the bed in front of the dresser mirrors to "Man in the Mirror."

I mean, I've never been a huge MJ fan, by any means. But a lot of his music was really great. Fun.

And instead of seeing a creepy freaky man, I saw someone who hated himself so much, deep down, that he literally had his face mutilated, his beautiful brown skin bleached. I can't even begin to understand such deep self-loathing.

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POD, signing off.