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Paper Planes

Paper Planes

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from my beginning of walking and talking. there was one person i had a connection with more than anyone else, my grandad. Me and the man were inseparable. when we saw each other that was. No matter the occasion, smiles were shared and nothing could wipe them from our faces. As it is said all things come to an ending, my grandad sadly passed away and there would be no more chance of seeing him again. The most important man in my life had been ripped from me in an instant. So from the age of 13 my goal was to become a great a man as my grandad was. Still being a young person to this day, it is difficult putting the pen to the paper and sharing my story. But here it is...
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