Its hard to talk sometimes. That’s above and beyond everything else, and it’s not a mental complaint – it’s a physical thing. Like it’s physically hard to open my mouth and make the words come out. They don’t come out smooth and in conjunction with my brain the way normal people’s words do. They come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser. I stumble over them as they gather behind my lower lip.
So instead, I just keep quiet.
Silenced … once again.
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