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
0 \! `' O/ p+ ~, ?+ hI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
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& j7 _% ]! _2 P3 zStaring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
4 `4 o) e! e* ^- [) Z7 ^8 X/ XLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
5 B; m6 y$ B! X8 Q& H, R; t% R7 RFeel the rain on your skin
. g5 ~& S9 a: M, C( `& I/ iNo one else can feel it for you
4 e6 P, t$ h+ s3 [( }Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
3 v! D3 L1 Q( B3 v1 l% KCan speak the words on your lips
' ~6 N$ c; g) r0 e3 Q0 ODrench yourself in words unspoken
# h" p$ q9 _1 fLive your life with arms wide open
- u& w8 T9 P+ i) J% H5 Z+ CToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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