Lucca Raabe Poems

I ran from the unloving family, the abusive home
Running wherever my feet would take me, wherever they would go
I was broken, misunderstood, jaded, lost, unloved, heart tainted
Then you came along cherishing me, treating me right
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So there it is, Claire it is as you feared
All these years of wonder, then closure draws near
A quiet kind of distance, a word I would not touch:
Did I ever know my son at all? Well now I know too much
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Tell me it's not true
Say it's just a story
Something on the news
Tell me it's not true
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