{"text":"I wanted to scream as I stood there, my toes hanging over the edge of the dock. I wanted to let a gut-wrenching howl rip from my disfigured throat toward those clouded skies. I wanted to say every swear word my mother had ever taught me not to say.I would have settled for a cut-off whimper, just as long as some kind of sound came from my lips.","author":"Keary Taylor","tags":["being-mute","depression","mute","muted","noise","scream","silence","sound","voice","yell"],"id":65257,"author_id":"Keary+Taylor"}