If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!
You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.
Victor Hugo, Les MisΓ©rables
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[text ID: It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.]
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[ID: August 3. Once more I screamed at the top of my voice into the world. END ID]
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