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SENSITIVE STRINGS
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wineandnectar
Complete, First published Aug 24, 2023
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August is slipping through our hands like a half-sipped bottle of wine and this year for me has been the most Unhinged, deranged, yet somehow on some level chic and comforting.
I found and discovered things I never thought I would and I lost some things of great meaning which also I never thought I would.

This year sure has been a rollercoaster of a ride, and the most terrifying thing about this is that the year hasn't even finished yet.

I've felt a lot of emotions like madness, happiness, sadness and confusion and homesick-hysterion and a flash mobs of questions posted in my mind like post it notes just screaming.

And so I got tired of them. And I wrote an anthology of the events that happened to me this year and have happened to me in the past.

This is a concept record. Each track is a letter to someone, or some situation where I wanted to say I lot of things... But I couldn't so I decided to let my mind and heart intertwine, and speak those words that I couldn't.

I hold Sensitive Strings close to my heart because it's my first anthology. Although it might not seem like it right now, but in future after release of several other anthologies, I want to look back at this record and just laugh, because it's a depressingly funny record of an 18 year old queer boy, and it's probably things that most people relate to because unlike *coughs* some people, I don't gatekeep my trauma as unique, because it's trauma not a competition.

I hope that you all will love this record as much as I do. And I hope that Sensitive Strings will keave you all to want more. And I promise with me more is always coming.

I just want to say to all those people who supported me in this,
Especially all of my friends, you know who you are. I love you and this wouldn't have been possible without you. 

With all your love to me,
And your greatest empathy,
I take this step further without looking back now,
SENSITIVE STRINGS IS OUT NOW.

Love you & Thank you.
Riv.
All Rights Reserved
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