drowninqsilencez

غَيْضُ مِنْ فَيْضٍ    

drowninqsilencez

Some people leave quietly,
          	  Not with footsteps,
          	  But with silence.
          	  We kept planning futures
          	  Like trains we’d someday catch,
          	  Yet stayed sitting on the same bench.
          	  Maybe love was never the problem—
          	  Maybe fear was.
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