i climbed a little more
until i reached the edge.
what will i do?
i exhaled, releasing the fear and doubts
spoon fed to me.
and off the edge i went
in the air
i flew
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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