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 時間  2005/05/05 Thu 01:25:40
                                                                                
                                                                                
                                                                                
                                                                                
夜深了，
                                                                                
是創作的好時機，可惜我不會。
                                                                                
夜深了，
                                                                                
會自動想起某些人。
                                                                                
莫名其妙呀，除此之外，還是莫名其妙。
                                                                                
只能說，我永遠不清楚，別人認為我應該很清楚，我做的一些事。
                                                                                
或許我有做，或許有人做不是我，
                                                                                
隨他去吧，我管不著，也不想管。
                                                                                
你們愛把我想成怎樣的骯髒下流、卑鄙無恥、心機深沉，都隨你。
                                                                                
好累，活在別人眼光下真的好累。
                                                                                
這世界，複雜的我懶的計較。
                                                                                
原本，我以為我所在的時空是比較單純的，
                                                                                
只要我肯付出善意，不對他人有惡意，他人自不會對我有惡意。
                                                                                
我錯了。
                                                                                
有些人我明明跟他不熟，卻可以一派深仇大恨的對待我，
                                                                                
可惜，我到現在仍是不知所以，只能隨他去。
                                                                                
這便是現實吧？
                                                                                
不對，如果這就是現實，那現實單純的令我失望。
                                                                                
那，唉...
                                                                                
不是我想控訴，只是有時候就是這樣，
                                                                                
想起了一件、兩件委屈點的事，其他事情就像蒼蠅一般，越聚越多。
                                                                                
特別是你以為可以當作支柱的東西、人，也離你而去時。
                                                                                
那時，委屈昇華為無助，也只賸下言語上對蒼天、命運的小小控訴。
                                                                                
                                                                                
                                                                                
不是我不想  而是我不能
                                                                                
不是我孤單  而是我孤僻
                                                                                
惡言相向只是  可憐的自我防衛
                                                                                
當惡言也懶得  只剩無言時
                                                                                
面具不需要  偽裝不見了
                                                                                
思念思念  竟有如鳩酒
                                                                                
喝吧  喝吧  將痛苦吞落腹  將無奈催上天
                                                                                
何苦  苦何
                                                                                
一切  世人妄猜測  一切  世人自多情
                                                                                
也許也許  多少災難由汝而起
                                                                                
也許也許  多少勇氣因汝而生
                                                                                
也許  也許