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My Parachute

You were my parachute.

You were my parachute,Always opening, rescuing mejust before I hit the ground.  Now, it seemsI am free fallingNothing is catching me this time. When will I hit the ground? You were my whiskey,When I had nothing but a needSo it seems,even whiskey goes bad....