falling too far
as the smoke fills my lung
all i think is this is all i'll amount to, or ever become
in that moment of silence i know all to well
i exhale and realize how far i fell
despite all the countless times i've tried to reach
i keep on falling so further beneath
the morals and dignity i used to hold so near
seem to instantly disappear
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