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Can there be a good reason behind speaking when everybody else is silent?
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Solution
Yes, sometimes people do not dare to raise Voice against the wrong happening. But a rebel cannot tolerate unfair things and raises voice against it. If nobody dares to speak, the once who do wrong are encouraged to do so ever again.
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