By: Melanie | August 28, 2013 | (17) Comments


I remember, when I was younger, I would imagine what it would be like to be completely mute. The idea didn’t seem awfully outrageous. Back then, I was quiet, shy. Anathematized talking. However now, the thought horrifies me. Not only would not having a tongue would mean no ice-cream, but also because I am a crazy chatter-box. If I was mutilated, the world be a reticent, monotonousĀ place. All The Truth That’sĀ In Me, to be labelled as different, would be one of the […]

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