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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9 `% R' M) ~  X$ S* N( O4 v# `  lStaring at the blank page before you
# w9 Z! T; f& o7 ^, b- cOpen up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
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: [; H* v2 j7 k1 Y1 H( vReaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
+ _  k: g! t% p! x' aFeel the rain on your skin
  T6 g$ b. |. q) _No one else can feel it for you
6 ^8 y9 O* [; M% b8 I5 tOnly you can let it in
No one else, no one else
0 L& S- r( ~' g" b) I' `Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
* x3 h2 @, v9 B; fLive your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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; N. X3 ~' j% W& W; \( ~Unwritten---(Natasha Bedingfield)
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