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h.davis
it's not my world
All things started before I was ever around
All things are inherently passed down
All things will continue to happen when I’m gone
All things are constantly happening, constantly going on
As this world spins round and round
Round and round
And round and round
A spinning world that’s not mine
... I’m just a tiny piece of it
1 out of 7.8 billion
And I can be taken out
In the blink of an eye
It doesn’t revolve around me
This world is not mine
h.davis
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