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記錄追求你的美好歲月。第十七天

如果說成長注定是一場幸福的災難，那我無話可說，只是曾經那麽幸運地擁有過美好，可終究還是離幸福咫尺天涯、使我不得不去相信，時間可以改變所有的一切，
當寒風，冰冷，哀傷一同來臨的時候，我懂的自己不得不放手，連自己都不敢相信那拼命緊握的雙手有一天會變的這麽軟弱無力，這是命運，注定它是不屬于我的、所以我無能爲力。只是在想如果當初我們沒有相識，是否這一生都不會相遇呢？
這一刻，我沈默了。再也不想說話，原來我的愛......經不起絲毫考驗，原來我又錯了？？
是我更愛多一點，注定要更受傷害。也許我太重感情了，以爲堅持不懈，我真的錯了，錯地徹頭徹尾，傻的徹頭徹尾，也輸的完完全全，徹徹底底，仰起臉，光線刺痛的臉，仿佛走在了真實的邊緣，一切都檫肩而過，隱隱的痛，只能自己小心包紮，不再多言，不再撫摸，我們沒有權利去奢求永恒，包括那份痛
在迷茫擾過的城市的每一個角落，曲終人散不過是一粒落定的塵埃，小到可以被忽視，只是自己在不甘願地一遍一遍將它擴大，看來看去，直至淚流滿面，有人說過感情有時候只是一個人的事情，和任何人無關，愛或者不愛，只能自行了斷，傷口是別人給予的恥辱，自己堅持的幻覺，于是，當作一場夢遊。

其實一直都是自己欺騙自己而已！自己不願去相信而已！
原來愛情真的很會傷害人！很會傷害一個很投入的人！

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