corbyn besson was an nineteen year old with a huge passion for space and poetry. although poetry is not something "normal" teenage boys would find astounding, corbyn didn't care.
corbyn was an amazing writer who had also been in new york, new york for just a few months. he was putting the finishing touches upon his poetry book, as well as getting it published.
he had always been more of a shy type, only speaking up when needed. but his writing spoke louder than he ever has before.
corbyn, as well as his oh so supportive family we're extremely proud of his works. they enjoyed watching him write for hours, spilling all of his feelings onto a page. boy, couldn't he wait to get home.
that is, if he does. with all of the snow that seemed to pack together in heaps seemed as if it was almost impossible to leave the airport. maybe a miracle will happen.
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