I am a fashion model.
I ponder about what's in style.
I hear all the most recent prattle.
I see all the most recent garments, talk, and cosmetics.
I need to be well known.
I am in style.
I imagine like I am a diva.
I feel like Paris Hilton.
I contact billows of cosmetics.
I stress I wont land the position.
I cry when I dont land the position.
I am broadly awesome.
I comprehend the camera.
I say everything.
I long for tomorrow.
I endeavor to be the best.
I attempt to be the best form show ever.
I plan to be the best.
I am a fashion model.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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