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Civil War

they drafted me too the army that day fighting for the south they said linchon must pay!as the war drug on sometimes my only weapon was a stone!ihadno shoes they wore off my feet andi didnt even care if the blacks went free iwas not a avocate of slavery!isen a northern man go down and picked up his gun firing in self defense and went iwent too retrive that mans gun i realized it was my only son!he went to fight for the north because he was in love with a slave girl!now i sit her on this feild commiting treson tooo the south i wish i would get a bullet in the head i'vd lostevrything i wish i was dead,how can i return to my wife and lok her in the eye!

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