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

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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& A. n% [$ I, t- n) dReaching for something in the distance
( m$ {  c- L9 K  n6 I( s! {So close you can almost taste it
0 V' v3 C" n/ U0 K. t2 HRelease your inhibitions
* o' H5 J4 W4 {Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
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$ g9 `( P+ q% ~6 QNo one else, no one else
) u) a1 t* a* Q7 q- `' J9 z7 bCan speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
9 z( p* v9 C9 t1 ?# r5 {/ a& ELive your life with arms wide open
: B$ @9 w& p% ^6 t5 w7 y) nToday is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)