一百二十五号作品：雨夜

山菊

人生有没有意义我不知道。我知道的是真正去了解自己是件很有意思的事~~~只有走入人心（尤其是自己的内心），才能走出浅薄，走向成熟。

holycow

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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Staring at the blank page before you
6 u( c9 D1 Q2 H+ ^, c/ p1 Y) I( IOpen up the dirty window
+ w0 p% Q+ g$ n0 h* U3 w9 sLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

+ C- {- X! q* _/ B  RReaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
5 e: v5 U9 u3 k: a* kFeel the rain on your skin
! K% p- c5 z3 {7 ^# bNo one else can feel it for you
0 g: e/ t$ N( V0 j" gOnly you can let it in
' O9 A) D! i' l' A( N: zNo one else, no one else
) m) n" q4 k2 g- D8 `) sCan speak the words on your lips
+ F& \: S6 \) K$ dDrench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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