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a collection of pieces; good, bad, and ugly

x: flawed.

When I hear myself, I can hear all of my flaws. Not the flaws in my voice, but the flaws in myself. All the emotion I pour into the music makes me vulnerable; you can clearly see all the holes and gaps in my mind.

Every song I sing and every lyric I scream has a piece of my soul woven intricately into it. My insecurities, my fears, the breaks in my heart... You can see everything.

My music is my soul. My soul is for everyone to see and hear.

My name is Toshi, and I am horribly flawed.