• Thu
    • 13
    • Jan 2011
    Pencil:Youknow,I'm really sorry. Eraser:For what?You didn't do anything wrong. Pencil:I'm sorry,'cause you get hurt because of me.Whenever I make a mistake,you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time. Eraser:That's true, but I don't really mind. You see,I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though,one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please,stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
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