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習慣一個人孤單。

自己一個人的世界，真的好孤單，每當孤獨的只剩下我一個人的時候，總是會有一種莫名的哀愁。

我是一个喜欢伤感的人，淡淡的忧伤，围绕着一层浅浅的哀愁，总会无端的失落，就好象花瓣的慢慢凋零，一片一片的零落。

每天重複著做相同的事，習慣了一種生活，漸漸的形成了一種輪回的模式，變得那麽松散，那樣的瑣碎！

很无奈，一个人的时候只好自己弄着电话，希望等到朋友的短消息，或者是静静的想念朋友还有怀念那些美好的记忆，花一样正值方龄的青春本应该是快快乐乐的，

可是爲什麽麻木的什麽體會都沒有，仿佛失去了靈魂的皮囊，找不到人生的價值，昏沈的熬著惺松的睡眼，呆呆的不知道在想什麽，思緒也飄乎不定，時而凝起時而起浮，讓人有一種置身世外的錯覺，有點像傳說
中的海市蜃樓，又像置身在另一個世界！

一個人绻縮在角落，孤單的睡不著，這樣深的夜只好點一支煙，用鍵盤的聲音去點綴裝飾寂寞，小沫說的對“我們都是一群染上了寂寞的病孩子.”寂寞是一種隱，無法戒掉，如嬰粟一般的美麗，卻是一種蝕骨的毒藥，難已釋懷！用同樣的音樂去唱響不一樣的寂寞，不近相同，卻有何其相似，習慣一個人的孤單！

有句話說的真美，“有的人死了但他還活著，有的人雖然活著但是他早已經死去了”現在只有我還在這裏百無寥賴的弄著一些無聊的瑣碎，聽悲傷的協奏曲，等待又一天日出時寂寞的來臨...

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華語晴发表于 2011-11-26 12:55:43 1楼回複: 其實生活很美好的！我也是一個人啊，但是我每天都開開心心的，我只會想開心的事情，不開心的事情就把它丟掉啦！其實每個人都會有莫名的難過，沒什麽，打開電腦，找個喜劇電影看看，開心的笑笑，或者找個悲劇的電影，痛快的苦苦，有些事情也許自己無法掌控，但是自己的心情還是可以自己控制的，不信，你試試！

生活網友发表于 2011-11-26 13:49:25 2楼回複: 呵呵。

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