second story fall.
The world has gone silent and I have gone mute.
You'll wake up and follow your daily, round loop.
Your morning routine starts off early at night.
Your morals proved wrong, and seen late in hindsight.
Restless and walking through floors as you fall.
Silence reflecting throughout the drywall.
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