Pencil & Eraser

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Pencil & Eraser
by Unknown

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 mistakes, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a small 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 don't want you to be sad"

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