Saturday, 26 November 2011

pencil :: you know , 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 made a mistake , you're always there to erase it . but as you made 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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