
A fragile, unpolished collection of acoustic diary entries. Stripped of artifice, these songs sound like a secret whispered directly into your ear.
It’s like reading someone's diary while they play guitar in the corner of your room.
A fragile, unvarnished exploration of regret and the quiet beauty of being flawed.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
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