QUICK FIX

Pieces missing, I come to you broken
Somehow expecting a quick fix
That somehow you’ll know exactly what to do
That your mere presence will do the trick

But I realize my battles are mine to fight
And my emptiness mine to fill
But if I show up crying on your doorstep
Please hold my hand to help the world go still

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About Alia Sabino

A free-spirited soul always yearning for adventure and new experiences, she writes to make sense of the world she lives in. When given the choice, she always chooses love, whatever that choice may be.

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