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 make a mistake,
you're always there to erase it. but as you make my mistake vanish, you
lose a part of yourself. you get smaller and smaller everytime.
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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