Overwhelmingly Small
It's a small world out there.
It's a big world and I'm scared.
So many people that you'll never see again,
Then a familiar face in the strangest of places.
I don't want to live my life wasted,
Pasting on a smile I don't mean.
And yet I hide away,
I shy from the days ahead.
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