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I remember when life seemed beautiful and inspiring. Hopeful even. I remember when I believed dreams could come true, the possibilities were endless because I could be whatever I wanted to be, and that someday I would finally have my own opportunity to live. Hold on; But aren’t I living? Of course, if by living you mean blood is flowing through my veins like water through a steady river. It seems like the act of living ends when our remaining childhood dies. For many of us, that was far too young. We figured that maybe, once we became adults...
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That's the thing about this city, no one seems to even notice that the land it is built upon is cursed. Perhaps, being oblivious is part of the curse or maybe I am just a lunatic. Who knows? But what I do know is that Daytona Beach seems to be a hamster wheel in which everyone ends up going no where very fast. Except to maybe a jail cell or a coffin, which ever fate has in store for it's unsuspecting visitors and residents of the city. Daytona Beach has been the stalking grounds of serial killers, the sanctuary of addicts, the golden ticke...
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