This is my mom's bag in the middle with the scallop edges. I was covered in butterflies and the handwritten part I stole from The Fray.
"Losing her, the only one who’s ever known
Who I am, who I’m not, who I want to be
No way to know how long she would be next to me"
Who I am, who I’m not, who I want to be
No way to know how long she would be next to me"
1 comment:
Very beautiful!
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