Hollow

​Little did people know

I had hollowed out my heart before they even realized it was there
And now, just now I’m finding a way to set traps for myself

Like a trail of bread crumbs, but blood from my bruised ego

Stumbling back to where I think I first set foot
But people, people will always try to find some sort of fault

Even when there isn’t one

Creating ghosts out of memories that never existed

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