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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7 d* A# o5 _* v/ o7 fStaring 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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% x0 s! X+ q8 g$ W7 iReaching for something in the distance
. a9 X" a* Y& d  E8 {So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
) f2 h- f1 e: B  ]& vOnly you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
: E! f- R, r3 GDrench yourself in words unspoken
5 g3 f( A: A0 {2 o5 u. x0 \Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
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Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)