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
# o, c" s( e% [5 o  x  yI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

8 `# [2 E! E* Z, w$ [, R! oStaring at the blank page before you
6 @! k, P- Y; i  Y: X' q) ^" sOpen up the dirty window
8 S7 a, H. z* d3 l7 E, g0 V! l3 dLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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Reaching for something in the distance
# ]* M; f/ `9 p, kSo close you can almost taste it
: Q% F# s4 ^: M# dRelease your inhibitions
- A- c7 Q9 p8 KFeel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
% w8 t$ q. b/ w& I9 W  {Drench yourself in words unspoken
4 l. Y  t7 p5 e- W: iLive your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)