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。
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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
Open up the dirty window
: m: F9 ~( n+ Q* J* YLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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7 t- P7 s2 C! M* A5 b# l/ ~: S9 D! HReaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
9 r+ E) `! y4 C7 Q8 C& q0 L, v4 r3 E5 tRelease your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
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No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
. |. }9 i  g$ n7 V% TDrench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
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The rest is still unwritten
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Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)