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DNR

by sjal

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
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Aug 29, 2014
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I'm recovering my work from a source that had stolen it, used it as their own without giving me credit.

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