The world spins quickly, throwing me into orbit.
I'm in a space of my own now, in space.
Not on this planet anymore, because really; who wants me here?
I can act surprised all I want, but what was I expecting?
Wait, "Not on this planet anymore," Implying that I still am.
"Who wants me here?" implying that I'm still where I was.
I don't know why I still say things like that,
when I was never on this planet to begin with.
(***that planet)
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