Pencil: I'm really sorry
Eraser: Sorry for what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: Well, everytime when I make a mistake, you will be there to erase my mistake. But as time pass by, part of you are gone
Eraser: I'm made to do this. Even thought I know one of these days I'll be gone, and you have to replace me with another. I'm still happy to do this job. So don't be sad, it worries me :)
Don't you find this little conversation meaningful and remind you of someone or something? Reflection time :)
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