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Jul 2014
DNR
my glacier blues stared down into the darkest browns.

I said, "I don't want be brought back. Be it a sudden death, stroke, whatever, maybe a heart attack.  Let me go if its my time.  If its my turn I'll gladly go, hey, even in my prime."

the darker didn't understand,  or didn't want know.
I was saying goodbye if it was my time to go....

I am DNR.
Arguing on their point to want to live. They didn't get too far.

They made threats, bickered, but I just smiled and said, "Its ok baby. I'm a sensitive RockStar..."

With a DNR
Do Not Resuscitate
saranade
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saranade  40/Androgynous/Phoenix, Arizona
(40/Androgynous/Phoenix, Arizona)   
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