Riddle Time

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I will cover nothing but everything

I am of no help, yet I can save everybody

I am the enemy of verity

And a friend of sham

With a face of a savior and a heart of a demon

A habit hard to resist

I may be easily concealed

But the fear of exposure will linger on.

Who am I?

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