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Oh how the mangroves grow, in the summer
So that is why the mangroves grow
In the summer
They filter out all the salt
From the water
As they soak in the sun
They cry no tears
Not even the tears
Of a crocodile
They are being
Too naturally
I always felt like I was being
Authentically me
More, even, than many others
I can filter out all the salt
But the sun brings me no feeling
Now I am here
And I am finally not sure
Who I am
And I am weeping and
They feel just like crocodile tears
And all my friends are here
and it's incredibly lonely because
Deep down I am
Not myself
So I
Am
in a
barren place
and so alone
All this knowing
That everything
Will work out.
I have never been
So full and so empty
At the same time.
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