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Inside, I screamed for help but the words knew better than to escape my lips.

Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin , in The Walk - Memoir of a Liberian Civil War Survivor, 2016
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He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power.

Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin , in The Walk - Memoir of a Liberian Civil War Survivor, 2016
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VOA no longer felt like a sanctuary but rather a mirage and we were desert wanderers.

Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin , in The Walk - Memoir of a Liberian Civil War Survivor, 2016
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We were all pawns easily discarded at the whims of monsters, some of whom were younger than me.

Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin , in The Walk - Memoir of a Liberian Civil War Survivor, 2016
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