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the world is grand but feels so petit,
neverending encounters with people bearing masks upon their faces,
hiding their identity from the outside,
why am i the only one walking proud?

i try to speak to one for directions,
then to another to find the time,
no one seems to be here...

the more i wander the more it makes me wounder,
why am i the only one walking proud?

then i see a child who bears no mask
i ask her where i am and she tells me
this is where the world ended,
the people are spirits
they are lost and cannot come back to our plane

in the end i definitely was the only one walking proud
now i knew i will always be alone forever more...