Scarred by life.
Threatened by society.
Surrounded by failures.
Fevered with fears.
Captured by glooms.
Broken by depressions.
Repaired with love.
Soared with morale.
Cured with efforts.
Conquered with passion.
Dealt with courage.
Healed by life.

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When I picked up the call,
My heart came alive,
My spirit soared free 
And your words reverberated
Through my body
As you called my name

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She's gone beyond the swirling clouds
Now from this evil world set free
Dwelling now in Christ in God;
Hence mourn a little, and show a little glee

For a Saint's soul is one made clean,
Righteous, Holy and forgiven
And though her stay on earth was short
There's an eternal home in heaven!

Rest On, Areola.

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