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The Room.... We step into the room, wild and free. Unscarred. Unscared. Untouched. Our own creature of sort with no likeness of another whatsoever. In a blink of an teardrop the whole holesomeness of our existence fade away with the time and pressure. We get moulded and transformed into what seems to be necessary and appropriate, but oh so wrong.. When we realise what is happening and that it is devouring every piece of our soul and being, it is far to late. Tha clay has hardened and our future is planned out for us with no chance of changing our route. Then, out of nowhere.. Unheared. Unplanned. Unknown. We get carried out of the room. Same way we came in but still different. The room, our life, our world, our cause of death...
