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Historical Alanogues

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I'm feeling emotionally not so great recently. Nothing to report but I feel I'm buried under a million metaphorical dollars worth of pennies.
At the beginning I could carry pennies around in my pocket.
Eventually my pockets became too full of change to wear.
Every morning I get out of bed and step into a bucket of pennies as my footwear.
I leave the house and it's raining pennies making breathing harder than usual.
I'm feeling emotionally not so great recently. Nothing to report but I feel I'm buried under a million metaphorical dollars worth of pennies.
At the beginning I could carry pennies around in my pocket.
Eventually my pockets became too full of change to wear.
Every morning I get out of bed and step into a bucket of pennies as my footwear.
I leave the house and it's raining pennies making breathing harder than usual.
Everytime I look up to cover my face from the assaulting pennies I trip over a pile of pennies.
As I lay in a pile if pennies facing down.
Pennies relentlessly fall from the sky.
The pile of pennies on my back has grown into a small hill of pennies holding me down.
From within the pile of pennies I'm suddenly trapped in every time a gap in the pennies letting light through to me is still open the continuous onslaught covers the gap and blocks light from being seen by me.
As the light fades the air is cut off.
But still I can feel the impact of the pennies raining down on the ever growing useless pile if change that used to be a person.
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I'm feeling emotionally not so great recently. Nothing to report but I feel I'm buried under a million metaphorical dollars worth of pennies.
At the beginning I could carry pennies around in my pocket.
Eventually my pockets became too full of change to wear.
Every morning I get out of bed and step into a bucket of pennies as my footwear.
I leave the house and it's raining pennies making breathing harder than usual.
I'm feeling emotionally not so great recently. Nothing to report but I feel I'm buried under a million metaphorical dollars worth of pennies.
At the beginning I could carry pennies around in my pocket.
Eventually my pockets became too full of change to wear.
Every morning I get out of bed and step into a bucket of pennies as my footwear.
I leave the house and it's raining pennies making breathing harder than usual.
Everytime I look up to cover my face from the assaulting pennies I trip over a pile of pennies.
As I lay in a pile if pennies facing down.
Pennies relentlessly fall from the sky.
The pile of pennies on my back has grown into a small hill of pennies holding me down.
From within the pile of pennies I'm suddenly trapped in every time a gap in the pennies letting light through to me is still open the continuous onslaught covers the gap and blocks light from being seen by me.
As the light fades the air is cut off.
But still I can feel the impact of the pennies raining down on the ever growing useless pile if change that used to be a person.

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