Glory be the girl who, when asked what she will do in the troubling times ahead, replies: I hope, I hope, I hope.
Glory be the girl who is like Rome- built on ruins and breathtaking.
Glory be the girl who feels blessed and cursed all at once, for love is the blessing and time is the curse.
Glory be the girl who picks up fallen stars and makes sure they get back home.
Glory be the girl who is friend and traitor and failure and saviour.
Glory be the girl who goes back for her body.
