Phase

They call it a phase
Something I can change
All I know is I'll never be the same

They call it a phase
Giving it an expiration date
An end of terms agreement
Thats not what any of this meant

They call it a phase
They tell me in a month I won't feel the same
Like I can predict my fate
But they still says its only a phase

This poem is about: 
Our world

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