Anika
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This is a poem that I wrote for a friend of mine who recently died. Her mother was driving a car when it plunged off a cliff, killing her mother, her two siblings, and her. At the moment it is complete, but it is an on going form of therapy for me, so it might be continued.
Here's to you Anika....
Whatever is written here is from a grieving teenager so please ignore the darker tones. As a note I am putting this in Spiritual, and I have checked the guidelines. I feel that is where it fits best.
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a young boy's parents were killed in a car crash. he says his last goodbyes before he takes the pain away by ending his life. his best friend Leah begs to see him again. but that wish comes true in a way that she never expected. he returns possessing her giving her super natural abilities. they both embark on a journey. but little do they know, this so called spirit is something else entirely.
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