There are just some that know your weakness, that have the x-ray vision for cracks, that have the all encompassing charm to seduce. To deduce. To wrap you in a comfort, a false comfort ready to fall.
There are those with the lush kindness that seeps in the skin. Too late when you realize its embedded in your skin, scarred you before you felt the wound.
There stands the ones that stab with selfishness, steal from others because they think they are entitled, expect to be worshipped for their deception, comforted when their trick slaps them in the face.
What am I?
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