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Not all its cracked up to be.

I combed my hair, trying to make it fall the way they said it would in the magazine.
To my distaste, it just flatened.
I moved here to make a name for myself. I wanna be remembered. I wanna be famous. Unfortunately I learned the hard way that fame isn’t easily aquired. I’ve always been told that I was pretty, and in some way I always knew for sure that it was true. L.a. has flushed my self esteem down the toilet. When I went to my first audition they told me to lose ten pounds and get beck to em. If anything I was too thin already. they told me this wouldnt be easy, and I tossed out every word. Now I feel like an idiot for not listening.
this is no cake walk sweetie.

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