How will I know when it’s come time to move on with things?
What if I’ve
already stayed for too long?
In
the days before, someone generally came and told me. Like no Naz, you’re not
going to that school anymore but rather to this other one over here. Or those
shoes are not right for a girl your age, Naz. Or now comes the part where you
learn to drive, Naz.
You know. That sort
of thing.
But no one does
that for me now.
The
problem is I am fine with how things are for me. Fine. I believe I have always
been fine. Satisfied. Not unsatisfied.
Maybe
I’m happy.
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