pencil and eraser

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(: