Poetry moves me 
It's captures my eye 
It finds me 
When I try to forget about it
It heal and also restore hope
It carries me when I can't 
It makes me forgive those who wronged me 
And move on from the Pain I suffer
The words of every poem.
I write 
Is defines my endless cry 
A cry that was never heard ???

My tears simply broke through the fragile wall that had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

The darkest day of my life was the day I heard of Lincoln's assassination. I did not know what it meant. Here was the rebellion put down in the field, and staring up in the gutters...

Written By Ulysses S. Grant

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