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  • Lakewood wasn't necessarily a bad place to grow up. People liked to say that it was, but it was a nice place. Packed into about 6 square miles were every social class from the working poor to the super rich. It's still a decent place when I go home, but there are some demons I left behind there when I went away to college last fall, and they haunt me whenever I return. I see them in the faces of the kids who are a year younger than me who stare at me in restaurants. I see them in my high school and middle school and elementary school when I drive past them. But thats just me. I'm the only one who really wants to leave.
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