Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
My death stares at me,
It points and speaks,
Calling my name and
Tearing it to pieces.
Impaled, my pride bleeds,
Hanging lifeless, it dies.
Yet, that is only my pride,
There is more left to devour.
My death in Technicolor,
Displayed for the world
To see on a big screen;
Many like a macabre movie.
Sit back, enjoy the show.
My death will begin shortly.
It will be slow and torturous
To ensure your money's worth.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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