GlassFu

On the eighteenth day of September in the year 2001, a baby girl was born. She will grow up with long wavy brunette hair and tired hooded eyes that look as if they had seen the wears of this world. She will grow up with a smile— the kind that grows as she does with the years. She will not stumble, she will fall. She will not cry, she will bawl. She will over-exaggerate every detail as if it was an actual story to tell. She will be a pain. Not how a needle is with the end of your finger— it’s the pain you feel within your spine as the weight on your chest and back goes heavy. It is the type of pain that you feel when your sto