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rip. king. mj.

r.i.p mj

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Jeevan said…
:( let his memories exists forever.
d gypsy! said…
i dunno how can nyone die this early...

i was travelin back to simla, just stched o d radio to listen to some tracks and the RJ was saying smthin like 'he wud be there forever thru his music' and i was like WTF

how can he die ? this early?
Hapi said…
hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....
Nahuatl said…
:( I couldn't believe when i got the news.. (I don't watch TV)
My fav dancer and artist - its a big loss for me too.
Ghost Particle said…
@jeevan he lives forever :(

@neha some are saying its better for him to go. we were waiting for him to make a come back.

@hapi hi.

@nayan to the king. he lives forever in everyone's dances.

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