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[j_e_fitzgerald]

Sad little list of clichés and non-sequiturs. Skies and fields and food and herbs. Worth it?
You need to get off that horse, Benjamin.
Yoyo living. Decimals and official letterheads and angst. Worth it?
Sad panache of broken promises and unfulfilled potentials. Not worth it.
You need to get off that horse.
Angry friends and biting eyes, tears and sinking and sidewalk chalk. Worth it?
Sidewalk chalk, on uneven bricks. Aim for one hundred, and do a flip.
Keeping all your happiness in a book, so that the world can’t dull the colors. Worth it.
You bet on the wrong horse.
Ambiguities piling, papers piling, dishes piling, wishes piling. Worth it?
You need to get off that horse Benjamin, it’s going nowhere.
Your life and my life, songs and booze and tears. Worth it.
My path and your path, bumps and blood and fears. Worth it?
Elusive purpose, assertive hunger, and new baptism of chemicals every day. Worth it? Is it?
Ten flights, then one more, but then no more. Worth it?
Uneven bricks, do a flip.
You need to get off that horse Benjamin, it’s going nowhere.
Living on fumes and momentum, mountains of failure, ingots of validation.
Worth it?
Find a new horse, then wait and see.