In heaven I am a child

 I had to dance one last time.
And sing. For money.
That's why I was born.
To dance and sing.
I was given no choice.
And I loved it all my life.
But then I died. Disgraced.
There was no more time.
My beloved dream milk killed me.
I was Michael Jackson.
Crazy Jacko to some, but fortunately loved by some.
Most of all,
I wanted to be a child myself.
In heaven I am a child.
No one demands anything from me,
and no one disgraces me.

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