many sides to Rosey

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People walk around
In masks every day
Claiming to be a friend,
While they are out for themselves

Except for a very few
Who dare to be true,
Wearing nothing but
Their real faces

Friends swarming on you
Like nasty mosquitoes
Taking, taking, and taking
Until your energy are drained

And you are on the floor
Bleeding and dying
As people scurry around
Taking what they want

Only a very few true friends
Will stop by and help you
And nurse you back to health,
Feeding you with their energy

And you are all whole again
Yet beaten, scarred, and tired
But more older, wiser, and experienced
For you know better

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