Isnt it sad when you get
hurt so much
that you can finally
say
Im used
to it.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Pencil: I'm really sorry.
Eraser: For what?
Pencil: I'm sorry that you get hurt because
of me. Whenever I make a mistake you're
there to correct it. But as you make my
mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true, but I don't mind. You
see, I was made to do this. I was made
to help you when you do something wrong.
Even though, one of these days, I'll be gone
and you'll have to replace me with a new
one, I'm happy that I get to do this for you.
And honestly, many would be happy to do
this for you. You just need to find the right
eraser.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
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