Katelynn Boots

Katelynn Boots

I USE POETRY  TO ESCAPE REALITY !
 its also very interesting to read and here other peoples opinions on it

I USE POETRY  TO ESCAPE REALITY !
 its also very interesting to read and here other peoples opinions on it
i am the age of 15 and have an amazing boyfriend who actually told me to make this
account and post some of my poems please no hate comments I really DON'T need that
                                                                   have a nice day

                                                                                        -Katelynn Dawn Boots

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