Collage desires. Hopes, dreams, wants, needs, pleasures and fantasy. What a big mess we make. Stuff it all in your head. What seeps over is now lost. It might be a hope. Maybe a desire. It's too late to get it back now. Let it go, but think up another. It's never too late to have a dream. Don't hold on to the ones that are lost, all it will do is bring you down. Get on with your life you moping fool, live while you still can.

Written by Becca Carty

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