In a world of masks and feigned embrace, I walk a path through falsehood's endless chase, Surrounded by faces, all cloaked in love's attire, But beneath their masks, the flames of greed conspire. They speak of love with honeyed words so sweet, Yet, beneath the surface, their intentions discreet, Each time my salary arrives, I'm filled with dread, For the vultures gather, waiting to be fed. They come with smiles, their hands outstretched, Their feigned affection, carefully fetched, They promise loyalty, they swear they care, But all they seek is riches, unfair and rare. I yearn for bonds that transcend mere gold, For hearts that cherish, not ones bought and sold, I offer what I have, with hope sincere, That one day, true loyalty will draw near. But as the months go by, the pattern repeats, Their hunger for my wealth, a voracious beat, I give and give, until there's nothing left, And in their eyes, I see a heartle...
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