The lies that
you spread
don’t disappear
once you are dead.
The hurt you inflict
can be impossible
to predict.
The hatred
you created
will never be negated.
The love that
you lost will be
at your own cost.
The Cost
You're never too old to start again
Well written 💙💙 love it
LikeLike
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person