Pencil : Im sorry. I always hurt u.
Eraser : For what? You didnt do anything wrong.
Pencil : Everytime I make a mistake, you have to erase it and you will get hurt. You will lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Erase : 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 day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
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Im so sorry dear eraser(s). I always fail to be a good daughter but i will never fail to pray for you, inshaAllah. I always love you and I always will.
