Friday, 28 January 2011

pencil and eraser.

Pencil: You know, I am really sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I am sorry, because you get hurt 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 every time.
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 am actually happy with my job. so please stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

how sweet ya :'D

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