Wallet
A wallet, not only kept in my back pocket. A wallet, holding the contents of which I need every single day. A wallet, much more than a wallet, holding also the key to my emotions, when I'm feeling good the wallet is full. Then once empty I my self feel empty! As if the wallet has some chokehold grasp upon my feelings. A leash, with me pulling and tugging to make sure it stays full, doing everything I possibly could to make sure it's satiated. It's more than just a wallet. Not just a wallet, not only kept in my back pocket. Not just a wallet, holding the contents of which I need every single day. Not just a wallet, much more than a wallet!
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