Gossip.

 

It drips from everyone's lips like venomous honey - seemingly harmless

and yet indescribably destructive. Flowing through the halls of high schools,

colleges, workplaces, and even churches, it rips apart everything in its path.

No one is spared. Not the person being trashed, not the person hearing the

gossip, not even the spreader of the rumors is left standing in the wake of

THIS tornado.

 

How terrible it is to cause such destruction with your tongue.

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