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有时候，爱是一种习惯，无力将其斩断，只能用悲哀的无奈来替换~ 习惯有你的存在，习惯了象一个小孩，那样任性使坏，习惯于徜徉于花店。精心地选择那一束属于你的微笑~习惯捏你的脸挤出一个勉强的成分，习惯了午夜时分电流中的交流拥抱~习惯于太多太多，精心地构筑了一道虚幻的墙。吹起一个华丽而空洞的肥皂泡，直到有一天，破裂的气泡夹杂着尖锐的气流在心中留下了不见血的伤口，用力捂紧，空空洞洞的眼神，失语中...许多美丽的片段。从伤口渗出，被风吹干... 原来，你已经走了，我已经去了，你已不是曾经，我也不是过去，泪水泛滥，我不习惯... 原来，我一直伪装，一直在故作镇定，一直在逃避，一直在自欺，假装对你毫不在意，让你觉得多看了我一眼也是打扰，不知不觉中，对你的气息上了瘾，总会是这样，爱上一些不该爱的主题，却发觉，是不切实际，是幼稚，是愚笨...曾有的美好回忆，曾有的点点滴滴，都被黑白怀旧替换，我不习惯... 原来，最初的，最终的，起点，终点，开始，结束，都是我的一厢情愿，只要做一个小孩，只会做一个小孩，只懂做一个小孩，只能做一个小孩，只要做一个小孩...笑容坏坏，却不知心碎得太奇怪，时间流逝得太快，我真的真的不习惯... 原来，最强烈的，最炽烈的，最浓郁的字眼，终于经历了一场水火，冷的成冰，热的成灰，太冷的我握不住，太热的我抓不住，我是真的真的真的，不习惯。 原来，你是你，我是我，爱过之后，痛过之后，你依然是你，我依然是我。不过是场悲剧，草草收场和满堂喝彩没什么区别，总是会分离，总是要分离...剧本谁编？太失败~！ 灯光谁打？太失败~！音乐谁奏？太失败~！我演得太失败，我恨得太失败，也难怪，我太习惯于依赖，不懂得怎样去爱。上帝把你从我的世界拿开，于是我的世界只剩下无奈...这一切的一切，我不习惯。 心跳，加速，你不在我身边，在我的心上，没来由的，Andante Andantino Allegreto Moderteto,越来越快。越来越急，越来越大，声音太小我听不到，节拍器太喧嚣...时间疯了，节拍乱了，音乐在瑟瑟发抖，我在疯狂，我在哀伤。惊醒，声音被撕成碎片，片片飞扬，点点心伤，笑笑自己太荒唐，何必那么张皇？人生不过如梦一场... 曳然而止，发条松了，节拍器有气无力...一曲终了，停止摆动，琴键起来又落下，好赖自己喘了一口气，否则自己会癫掉...时间逃出魔掌，快速悄悄地溜走，周围很吵，世界都在嘲笑，是谁的抽泣声？不知道...内心很吵，听不见我的心跳... 所谓爱上你那场悲剧，是谁完美演出的一场戏，我太投入了~不能自拔而已，原来从头到尾都是我一个人的独角戏，也许很久也许很短，落幕的一刹那，泪水划破脸庞静定的伪装，终于明了，苦涩的成分与你无关...

Sometimes, the love is a kind of habit, unable to chop it off, can only come with the grieved helplessness and can only replace Used to existence to have you, used to like one child, wilful so to give a piece of bad advice, get used to roaming leisurely in the florist shop. Choose that bunch belong to smile of you is it pinch face of you push out of a reluctant composition to used to meticulously meticulously, used to exchange of electric current embraced and used to getting used to far too much will it be time mid-night, have constructed an unreal wall meticulously. Blowing afloat a magnificent and empty soap bubble, until one day, the bubble breaking leaves the wound not seeing the blood mixed with the sharp air currenting, seal it closely hard, the empty expression in one's eyes, in the aphasia. . . A lot of beautiful passages. Ooze out from the wound , is dried up by the wind. . . Originally, you had already left, I have already gone, you had not already been once, I did not go over, the tear overflowed, I am not used to it . . . Originally, I have been disguising all the time , had kept pretending to be calm , keep escaping , has been taking advantage of by oneself all the time , has pretended to pay no attention to you, let you think is it bother even to cast a look at me more , unconsciously , breath in you get into the habit, the federation is so, love some themes that shouldn't like , but discover, it is impractical, it is inmature, is dull-witted . . . The bright remembrance that once had, the bits that once had, were all missed old times or old friends to replace Black-and-white photograph , I am not used to it . . . Originally, initial, final, starting point, terminal point, begin, over, are all my fond dreams, so long as become a child, will only become a child , only know how to be a child , can only become a child , so long as become a child. . . The smile is bad, but does not break to pieces intimatly too strangly , time passes too fast, I am not really used to it . . . Originally, the strongest, the burning most fiercely, the strongest wording , went through two things diametrically opposed to each other once at last, cold Cheng Bing, the hot one becomes dust , I who am too cold can not hold, I who am too hot can not grasp it, I am true, not used to it . Originally, you were you, I was me, after loving, after aching, you are still you, I am still me. Just of tragedy, wind up a matter hastily or perfunctorily and universal applause have no difference, can separate always, always separate . . . Who arranges the drama ? Fail very much very much! Who makes the light ? Fail very much very much! Who plays the music? Fail very much very much! I perform very much and fail, I hate very much failing, no wonder too, I get used to relying on very much, do not understand how to love . God takes you away from my world, then my helplessness only left of world. . . This everything, I am not used to it . The heartbeat , accelerate, you are not at my side, on my heart, without rhyme or reason, Andante Andantino Allegreto Moderteto, faster and faster. More and more urgent, louder and louder, the sound is too little I can not heard, the metronome is too noisy. . . Time is crazy , the beat is messy , the music is shivering , I am crazy , I am sad. Wake, the sound is torn to bits, each is flown upward, some pastry is wounded, it is too ridiculous to smile at oneself, why is so terrified? But once like the dream in life. . . Drag but stop, clockwork spring loose, feeble metronome have. . . One the end, is it swing to stop, key is it drop also to stand up, the one breath that anyhow to breathe heavily oneself, otherwise can do by myself insanly . . . Time escape from devil's clutches, slip away silently fast, very much noisy around, world laugh at I am whose sob? I don't know. . . Heart quarrels very much, can not hear my heartbeat . . . Fall in love with you the tragedy while being what is called, who perfect one play of performance it is, I is it extricate oneself while being what is called to put into very much, it was a monodrama of my own from the beginning to the end originally, perhaps perhaps for a long time it has been very short, in instant lowering the curtain, the tear scratches the quiet mask that fixes of face, clear at last, the composition of the bitterness has nothing to do with you. . .

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看的出你英语好好哦。。 是外语系的不？

唔啊。。。 强。。。。。 1000字四百。。 稿酬算多的了。。 。。

狂汗。。。。怎么不改名叫，不习惯。。。晕~

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