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Paper Plane 4:280:00/4:28
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Paper Plane (Clean) 3:190:00/3:19
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Johns Island SC 2:570:00/2:57
through the eyes of her
Something About the Nakedheart
Unfiltered Truth
Writing is the only place I can tell the truth without compromise. It’s where the jagged edges of me speak freely...anger, pain, love, lust, fear don’t have to hide because imperfection shows proof of humanity. Every word I spill onto a page is a piece of me that I don’t have to choke down, a part of my soul I don’t have to mute for anyone else.
When I write, the noise in my head quiets. The chaos, the memories, the screaming ...somehow it becomes art instead of just survival. Each sentence, each line, is a heartbeat. When the world has tried to silence me, writing listens. Writing doesn’t judge. Writing sees me, raw and unfiltered, and lets me breathe.
It’s not about perfection. It’s not about polish. It’s about truth. Every lyric I craft, every poem I write, is therapy for my scars, therapy for my doubts, therapy for the parts of me I didn’t even know needed healing. Writing reminds me I exist, I matter, and my story deserves to be heard exactly as it is.