Dear Old Friend,

The only rightful watcher is Allah alone. I don’t mind the fact. It is to be accepted. Lately, though, it seems like someone else was trying to claim the right to watch my every move. I’ve talked about shackles. Yes. It’s transformed into a noose. Daring me to take a fatal plunge, jeopardizing my youth. Sucking the life out of me like a bad vibe, taking me into premature stagnance. I have come to experience the state of being too settled which, at this time of life, is utterly unbearable.

My wings are tied. What oh what do I do, my Dear Old Friend?

Yours sincerely

Stifled-ana

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