That sound you hear..
is the sound of wind whistling through my ears, as I try to write a post about this past year and the upcoming, gotta-be-better, please-Lord-make-it-better year.
I promise, Triste, I will write something soon.
Here's a resolution. Change Triste's name to something that does NOT mean "sad" in any language.
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I'll work on the whole name changing thing but it will probably be a while.
I love poetry and mushy reading stuff(don't tell anyone). These simple lines were in something I was reading:
I smile when it hurts so no one will know.
I cry when it's dark so no one will see.
I scream inside so no one will hear.
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