If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Stuck

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Saturday, August 8, 2009

Stuck

She can’t go forward, can’t look back, stuck in the moments that define her future, present and past. So many will cage her. Too many have released her. She seeks those who keep her. Scrutinized by whispers, exposed to betrayals, stuck in the promises that slip through her fingers and drip from her... Sign in to see full entry.

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