pencil: you
know i'm really sorry
eraser: for what? you didn't do
anything
pencil: i'm sorry 'cause you
get hurt because of me. Whenever i make a mistake you're always
there to
erase it. But as you make my mistakes
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'm actually happy with my job. so please, stop
worrying. i hate seeing you sad(: <3