Stuck. That's what I am. Stuck. Trapped in my own self. Just a small fragment of me. Though it is the most important part. It's me. It's really me. Not pretending, not bluffing. Pure Whitney. A beautiful creature at that. Something to be proud of. Something for others to think about. However, the words can't come out. They don't exist. They sound like crazed babbling to the common man. Too bad. I suppose I'm just a prisoner...
Any one have bail?
Hey Whitney! Thank you for stopping by my blog. I like what you have so far. You have a great voice and amazing things to say. I'm looking forward to seeing more of it. Welcome to the bloggy community!
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