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The Room @ The End of The Hall
Why is this room full of sad memories?
All I see are yesterdays,
is my life a crazy maze?
Who on Earth knows my ways?
Which of my actions, never pays?
How is this room so like my life?
And why is it at the end of the hall?
No one dares to enter,
No one cares to exit....
Is the door locked or can I just no open it?
Why did I look away?
Am I afraid of what I will find today?
Russell McConkie
10-16-97
