

But I have a life, a family, a job and friends, and there are only 24 hours in a day. So I'll steal my moments to scrap and remember and record when I can.
Ink colors my fingers, And glitter coats my hair. My craft room’s like a crime scene With Copics everywhere. I seem to’ve lost my scissors I should clean, but where to start? It really doesn’t bother me ‘cause my heart is in my art.
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