if the shoe fits.

you think you’re right all the time you know, that you have everyone all figured out-

well guess what?

evaluate me however you like but no, i’m not a puzzle piece that you can easily prejudge and tsk tsk tsk about, as if you know even the first thing about me.

face it: you don’t know everything.

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eid;

if i say i don’t quite care, does this make me a bad person or Muslim?

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it’s like wearing a pair of shoes for the first time-

(because in distress, i bought a new pair of shoes yesterday)

there’ll be that expected blister and muscle ache, but they’re also expected to heal.

i like to believe my fragile human heart is this way, too.

in a way… i’m sorry.