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It happened as long as i could remember, selective mutism has always bin a burden, rendering my body to stay speechless no matter how much my mind wonted to speak.
I've beaten it looking like an idiot by carrying around my note pad which without one i feel empty because it has grown to be part of me.
But i always denied it and played l like i didn't need a pad to speak but i don't know if something just hit me but now that i take it how it is and accept it, it feels like i can walk and judge myself positively instead of the freak writing every word in a note pad and showing it to strike and maintain a conversation to feel like I'm not so odd.
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love is the music
for the soul
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