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是你的偌言讓我不再相信明天還有愛

文/網絡紅人李亞東　　
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　　在那個還不懂愛的十八歲
　　
　　愛上了你，
　　
　　在一個秋季，
　　
　　我的一切，隨著那飄散的葉，
　　
　　落葉歸根。
　　
　　眼淚明明已經充斥了整個眼眶，
　　
　　悲傷早就已經彌漫了整個心髒。
　　
　　我卻還是想要漂亮的僞裝！
　　
　　現實殘忍的告訴了我一次又一次，
　　
　　你在我這裏撒下的一個又一個的謊！
　　
　　眼淚明明已經充斥了整個眼眶
　　
　　但我還是會笑，
　　
　　縱使笑容裏深藏著你曾給的傷！
　　
　　你的離開讓我知道了你的話
　　
　　最不可以輕信，難以相信的答案
　　
　　曾經有一顆完整的心交給了你
　　
　　最後你卻把那顆心弄得支離破碎
　　
　　從此我再也不要當一個癡情的男兒
　　
　　我要成爲真正的花季少男
　　
　　你的偌言讓我不相信有愛
　　
　　我很想讓時光倒退，
　　
　　倒退到懵懂無知的少年，
　　
　　如果有個通向內心深處的門，
　　
　　我好想去你的內心世界，
　　
　　看看那裏到底有沒有對我的愛。
　　
　　在這沖動十八歲的花季
　　
　　我犯了一個錯！
　　
　　2010年10月22日夜
　　
　　隨筆：
　　
　　剛才無意打開了兩年前的課本，我發現了裏面有一張紙，我拿出來看了看原來是我曾經寫的一段話，這一段話永遠激勵著我！
　　
　　2012年5月7日

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