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自己，是一个很可怕的陷阱。伤心的时候渴望快乐，快乐的时候。。有几个是盼望悲伤的，我们心知肚明。只是，这种变态的欲望，不是大家都会意识到的。而且，是没有理由的。

我，现在活在快乐当中，心却莫名的痛。这，是我不知觉的向往吗？还是，喜欢了想要得不到快乐的感觉？

One shot

Sometimes, when it's just one shot, or what you think is one shot, how do you continue to believe when you miss?

Lord, help me.

What is home

It's the last day of the trip, and I wake up to an alarm blaring "Home!" on the screen.
Home. The place I head to at the end of every trip. The place I wanna leave the moment I touch down.

Maybe because it's the starting point of my next destination. Maybe because I won't know what to do if I miss the flight back. Maybe with a price tag on, the trip back must be made.

Where does home start, where does it end. My room, the house, the land, the airport? Familiarity. To know yourself by knowing the difference in others.

How many years. I still run.

Prayer for myself

Lord, I ask that You come through for me at all times. Stay with me and keep me strong. Let me not be affected by people that shouldn't. Help me to let go. Let not my feet be worn by the pebbles in the shoe, nor my spirit be hurt by disappointment and betrayal. Keep me, protect me, from the dusty acts of people in this world. Lord, look after me as I bow my head and do my thing. And get me a new job. In Jesus' name, amen.

瓶子

当一个人要逃离时，瓶子里，能给予的方式好多，好精彩。
我要把思想挥洒出去，却又怕听到的人大做文章。
不怕世界的眼光，只怕爱我的人担心。
没有束缚的想法，好荒谬，好舒服。
好可怕。
我爱不清醒的自己。
我，怕我。
不痛的世界，多好。