February 2012
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045. From 3rd grade I always wanted to be a...
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PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse 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.
random blogger reading this: what
me: OTP
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do you ever feel like people just forget you exist
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Reading for Fun: What drama! What adventure! Oh, there is no pleasure equal to that of reading the miracle of the novel-to experience such joys and sorrows at the hands of a paperback is truly one of the great pleasures this life has to offer. If I could do nothing but read for the rest of my life, truly, I would be content.
Reading for Class: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE WORDS!
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