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My anxiety is unbearable this time, I'm having a break down. The clock is about to chime, But I feel like a clown. When I walk in, I know they will stare. I know I'm not a ten, But is this fair? My insecurities fill my head. Why am I doing this? Critical is what I'm being fed. I walk out knowing it's a hit or miss. So here goes nothing...
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
Modeling
My anxiety is unbearable this time, I'm having a break down. The clock is about to chime, But I feel like a clown. When I walk in, I know they will stare. I know I'm not a ten, But is this fair? My insecurities fill my head. Why am I doing this? Critical is what I'm being fed. I walk out knowing it's a hit or miss. So here goes nothing...
I have a modeling interview today, wish me luck!!
taylor-poole
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
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