Pencil:
I’m sorry. You always get hurt because of me. If I make mistakes, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.
Eraser:
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, I hate seeing you sad.
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