Unmade

These gaps.

These gaps between the things I’m known for, the things I’ve said and stood for.

These gaps, these blanks,

Between times when mind has been made up,

When this means that, I mean that, I think that.

These gaps.

These gaps are where I’ll fall through,

Where I’ll die from.

And you’ll never have really known me. 

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