Do Not Resuscitate
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MatureOngoing8m
Last published Mon, May 24, 2021
When a mother loses her kind and gentle son due to a DNR order without her consent because of his learning disabilities the usually hard working conforming Jennifer has finally had enough with the country she has spent the last thirteen years living in. She's had enough of this fascist state, she's had enough of England.
Politically driven, nothing held back, my opinions.
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