Revelations

I used to

lay awake

at night,

Thinking I was

deep.

Marvelling at

my stories. 

Keeping to

myself

Guarding all

secrets,

Putting up

walls. 

A random

conversation,

Something spilled

out. 

Not a lot. 

Few precious

pearls. 

I know  now. 

I am not deep.

I am

Hollow. 

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