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#co-

You wake up in the middle of the night and

You realize that the person next to

You is not

Your co-pilot anymore and that even though

You are flying in the same direction,

Your destination might not be the same.

You realize that

You are in parallel planes,

Your former “co-“ is now a grown-up pilot who wants to push all the buttons that

You wouldn’t wanna push, who decides to leave

You hanging in the sky, without

Your safety net or parachute.

The world is full of pilots,

but few good co-pilots.

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Written by
miss-clofullia
30
Published
Aug 17, 2015
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#love#thoughts#plane#flight#parachute#pilot#copilot
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