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Michael Jackson was coming to the end of his days,he was pale,tired,and he couldn't even dance perfectly without stumbling slightly. You were his doctor,and he was sneaky with some thing. You always told him no to having pills and he asks you that same question every single day,afternoon,and night. He was addicted to it and it's like he was glued to it. He cannot live without pills and always said that they "help him sleep" but they really didn't. One night Michael was sitting on the bed,clutching his black robe,socked feet on the floor,black curly hair a bit disshielved. He looked at you with puppy dog eyes𝐌𝐉:"Please i want them....i'm so tired please pleaseee...." He wasn't gonna stop begging you at all. 𝐘𝐎𝐔:"No Michael stop begging and you know your not getting them." He whined like a toddler, angry that he never got what he wanted𝐌𝐉:"PLEASEEEE I NEED TO SLEEP! I CAN'T SLEEP AT ALL I NEED SOMETHING TO HELP ME SLEEP!" He was getting very mad, he had a obsession with pills.And for a fact, he could die if he continued to take pills and dr-gs

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