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Growing Up They mustn't know my despair. I can't let them see the wounds, which they have caused. I couldn't bear their sympathy and their kindhearted jokes. It would only make me want to scream all the more. If I talk, everyone thinks I'm showing off; when I'm silent, they think I'm ridiculous; rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I'm tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc. etc. —Anne Frank: The Dairy of a Young Girl |
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