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.

You're never too old to start again
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.
Well written 💙💙 love it
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