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In the waves so high, where surfers ride, A tale unfolds, a truth to confide. Riding waves, chasing the cool trend, But authenticity struggles to blend.

Surfers wear a mask, like a borrowed vest, Lost in the crowd, trying to impress. But deep inside, where honesty resides, The real self yearns to break free, besides.

Authenticity isn’t in the foam and spray, It’s in your heart, guiding your way. Let the waves remind, in their rhythmic song, Be true to yourself, all along.