I am Me
Authenticity is fleeting-
Sailing away.
Is it true?
Is that even you?
Using a product as your mask.
Could you live without it?
I can.
I am Authentic.
I am as loud as the fireworks on the fourth of July.
I race with the breeze along the shore.
I burn as bright as the stars, millions of miles away.
I am Me - with Authenticity.
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