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My Parachute

You were my parachute.

You were my parachute,

Always opening, rescuing me

just before I hit the ground.


Now, it seems
I am free falling

Nothing is catching me this time.


When will I hit the ground?


You were my whiskey,

When I had nothing but a need

So it seems,

even whiskey goes bad.


You were my fire

keeping me warm

When my world was cold

Perhaps, I’ll just freeze now.


You became my everything,

You still are,

My love doesn’t end


Just because you left.


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