Rest not your hope in false friends, for they are very accomplished at dragging the cheerful past their limits. So proud are they to don deceit upon their thorny brow. They smile spacious when the sun is bright, but be weary for when the foggy mist rolls empty will be your hearth.
They will cling to your side and cater their own needs but vanish like the moon in daylight when your pain is great. Dwelling within barred windows allowing no percept beyond their dilapidated fence posts. Their compassion for any outside their own spirit is weak as a foal.
So sip first from the well of friendship for its tocicant can be fearsome and cause great pain. Long will be your convalescence, but the scathe will heal and mark your heart to remind ye hold fast to those true of heart and flavour.
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