<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Room.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a room. It is not here, nor there but everywhere. Well, at least I feel as if it so. It is here that I became new. In my own house, by the hands of my own. The blood I shed, was his too. Outside the door lies my innocence. I race for that door but he keeps pulling my pants-pulling them down. The loss of innocence is a sacred secret to be kept. In between of becoming an adult and my legs, I am too young for this loss. Each caress revolts my stomach and he looks at me and I know- this is where I will die. Finally I leave...but I am still lying there. There is no escape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lorena+Walker">Lorena Walker</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578089" data-title="The Room. de Lorena Walker" data-description="There is a room. It is not here, nor there but everywhere. Well, at least I feel as if it so. It is here that I became new. In my own house, by the hands of my own. The blood I shed, was his too. Outside the door lies my innocence. I race for that..."></div> </div> </div>

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