PENCIL: s0rry, coz y0u get hurt because of me.Whenever i make mistakes, y0ur always der to erase them.
But as y0u make my mistakes vanish, y0u lose a part of y0urself.
Y0u get smaller and smaller everytym.
ERASER: thats true, but i dont really mind.
i was made to do this. i was made 2 help you wenever y0u do sumthing wrong.
Eventhough, 0ne of this days,i know i will be gone & y0u have to replace me with a new 0ne.
im actually happy w/ my job. So please stop worrying. i hate seeing you sad. 
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