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Letters of John Adams, Addressed to His Wife

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John Adams
John Adams

John Adams, the second President of the United States, was a statesman, diplomat, and writer. Born on October 30, 1735, and died on July 4, 1826, Adams played a significant role in the American Revolutionary War. He was one of the drafters of the Declaration of Independence and served as the President from 1789 to 1797. more

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“I write only... To rid myself of what has clung to my heart. I don’t want it, even if it holds my salvation. I seek innocence from every pain it left behind, And to rise above their abandonment when I needed them most. I long to erase them from my memory, as if they never were, To empty this sorrow that has settled in my chest, Then walk away… without turning back. But deep within me, What I fear most of all... Is that I may never stop writing.”

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