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it is a dry feeling in my soul and my mouth, as though speaking seems too much of a troublesome act to commit as though a crime, to utter a word or two or a sentence or a phrase so I’ll stay quiet in hopes that the people by me will understand -- and if not, let them be because I only care for you and you’re the only one who can release me from this selective mutism.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Inable Speech
it is a dry feeling in my soul and my mouth, as though speaking seems too much of a troublesome act to commit as though a crime, to utter a word or two or a sentence or a phrase so I’ll stay quiet in hopes that the people by me will understand -- and if not, let them be because I only care for you and you’re the only one who can release me from this selective mutism.
“Selective mutism (SM) is an anxiety disorder in which a person who is normally capable of speech does not speak in specific situations or to specific people.”
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
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