Contact, usually, it mattered,
On days I used to care,
Then everything shattered
While I was unaware.
My deep treasure she flattered
With affection I couldn't bear.
It was great until it splattered,
In the ground, for my despair.
Every feeling loudly clattered,
For a moment it seemed unfair.
My soul, my health, battered...
The most powerful warfare
That my life tattered:
It hid, and I didn't see where.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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