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No matter how many times
I pass that spot. It's so hard to believe that four years ago it was different. I remember years before that tragic day, I would always pass by that spot. And I was always amazed by how big and tall those buildings were. And I always hoped to one day go inside like so many New Yorkers and tourists had before. But that hope was taken away by an act of violence. It was a few months later I was able to bring myself back to that spot. As I passes Ground Zero, I found it hard to believe that's where the towers once stood. And every time I still pass there tears always form. Because now out skyline is changed, no longer do photos look the same. There is still something missing, and you always can sense it. And even though time has passed, it's still hard to overcome all that has happened. Because New York City's skyline has forever changed.
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